Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 57
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57Being your slaue what should I doe but tend,Vpon the houres, and times of your desire?I haue no precious time at al to spend;Nor seruices to doe til you require.Nor dare I chide the world without end houre,Whilst I (my soueraine) watch the clock for you,Nor thinke the bitternesse of absence sowre,When you haue bid your seruant once adieue.Nor dare I question with my ieallous thought,Where you may be, or your affaires suppose,But like a sad slaue stay and thinke of noughtSaue where you are, how happy you make those.So true a foole is loue, that in your Will,(Though you doe any thing) he thinkes no ill.