Being your slave, what should I do
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
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once
Nor dare I question with my jealous
Where you may be, or your affairs
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of
Save, where you are how happy you make
So true a fool is love that in your
Though you do any thing, he thinks no