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, Shakespeare's Sonnets
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