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Sonnet 58: That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave

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That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure!
O, let me suffer, being at your beck,
Th' imprisoned absence of your liberty,
And patience tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you your self may privilage your time

To what you will; to you it doth belong
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014

Awesome I like this poem, check mine out

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David Zvekic 23 June 2005

This poem is NOT about god.

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