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Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend
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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 naught
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.
William Shakespeare
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Laury Wong (2/7/2008 5:41:00 PM)
I was recently introduced to Shakespeare's sonnet and this one caught my attention; because partly it is sad, true, and applicable in life...well, long story short(sigh!) This is beautiful choice of words....Praise to Shakspeare! ! ! |
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