Being 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 anything, he thinks no ill.
“Sonnet 57.” The Sonnets by William Shakespeare, by William Shakespeare, 1609, p. 57.
When in doubt, read Shakespeare. At least I do, it helps me clear my head. This is Sonnet 57 that I just fell in love with while reading from my anthology, ‘The Sonnets, by William Shakespeare’
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