Being your slave, what should I do but tend ...
Sonnet 57Being 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 any thing, he thinks no ill. |
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As I’m your slave, what other thing should I do but wait on you? I have no jobs or duties other than what you want me to do. Neither can I moan about how long I wait for you. Nor can I complain about being without you once you’ve decided to leave, nor think or question with any jealousy where you might be or what you’re doing – but like a sad slave sit and think of nothing except how happy you’re making those who are wherever you are.