| 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, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. |