Sonnet 57

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