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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, she thinks no ill.
- Shakespeare Sonnet 57
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