- 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 anything, he thinks no ill.