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 nought
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.
I do not ask you where you spend your hours,
While I sit home and watch my clock for you.
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
Once you have bid your servant once adieu.
So true a fool is love, that in your will
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill;
So true a fool is love.
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Nor dare I question
With a jealous thought where you may go,
Or your affairs suppose.
But like a sad slave
Sit and think of nought but who you're with,
And wish I was one of those,
And wish I was one of those.
So true a fool is love, that in your will
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill;
So true a fool is love.
