| Translation and Analysis of Sonnet LVII |
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| 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 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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