Sonnet · Peace
Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave
1That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
2I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
3Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
4Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
5O! let me suffer, being at your beck,
6The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
7And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
8Without accusing you of injury.
9Be where you list, your charter is so strong
10That you yourself may privilage your time
11To what you will; to you it doth belong
12Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
13 I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
14 Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.
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- Poem
- Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave
- Poet
- William Shakespeare
- Length
- 14 lines
- Form
- Sonnet
- Themes
- Peace
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- William Shakespeare1564–1616
- Source record
- PoetryDBSonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by william-shakespeare, PoetryDB transcription
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