Sonnet LVII
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Being your slave, what should I do but tend | 1
Upon the hours and times of your desire? | 2
I have no precious time at all to spend, | 3
Nor services to do, till you require. | 4
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour | 5
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, | 6
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour | 7
When you have bid your servant once adieu; | 8
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought | 9
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, | 10
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought | 11
Save, where you are how happy you make those. | 12
So true a fool is love that in your will, | 13
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill. | 14
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