BEING your slave, what should I do but tend <br />Upon the hours and times of your desire? <br />I have no precious time at all to spend, <br />Nor services to do, till you require. <br />Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour <br />Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, <br />Nor think the bitterness of absence sour <br />When you have bid your servant once adieu; <br />Nor dare I question with my jealous thought <br />Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, <br />But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought <br />Save, where you are how happy you make those! <br /> So true a fool is love, that in your Will, <br /> Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-vii/
