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.