| Translation and Analysis of Sonnet LVIII |
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| SONNET 58 |
| That god forbid that made me first your slave, |
| I should in thought control your times of pleasure, |
| Or at your hand the account of hours to crave, |
| Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure! |
| O, let me suffer, being at your beck, |
| The imprison'd absence of your liberty;* |
| And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each cheque, |
| Without accusing you of injury. |
| Be where you list, your charter is so strong |
| That you yourself may privilege your time |
| To what you will; to you it doth belong |
| Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime. |
| I am to wait, though waiting so be hell; |
| Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well. |
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