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William Shakespeare Sonnets 57

William Shakespeare Sonnets



    William Shakespeare Sonnets 57

    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 any thing) he thinks no ill.

    1609





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