Sonnet 57: Being your slave what should I do but tend

1Being your slave what should I do but tend,

2Upon the hours, and times of your desire?

3I have no precious time at all to spend;

4Nor services to do, till you require.

5Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,

6Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,

7Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,

8When you have bid your servant once adieu;

9Nor dare I question with my jealous thought

10Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,

11But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought

12Save, where you are, how happy you make those.

13 So true a fool is love, that in your will,

14 Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.