Сонет 57 (Shakespeare)

Сонет 57 (Shakespeare)

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.

Sonnet 57 by William Shakespeare