Sonnet 57: Being Your Slave, What Should I Do But Tend
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Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require, Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu. Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But like a sad slave stay and think of nought, Save where you are, how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will, Though you do anything, he thinks no ill. |
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