Sonnet 57

　　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 aff