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