Coil - I. Ascension ,, (sonnet Lvii)
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.
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