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Sonnet 57

       ,             ,             ,        ,         ,
      Being | your slave | what should | I do | but tend,
         ,         ,           ,          ,        ,
      Upon | the hours,| and times | of your | desire?
          ,        ,          ,        ,         ,
      I have | no pre|cious time | at all | to spend;
           ,     ,        ,         ,        ,
      Nor ser|vices | to do | till you | require.
            ,        ,           ,          ,          ,
      Nor dare | I chide | the world | without | end^hour,
             ,        ,           ,           ,          ,
      Whilst I |(my sove|reign) watch | the clock | for you,
            ,          ,       ,        ,         ,
      Nor think | the bit|terness | of ab|sence sour,
            ,          ,          ,         ,       ,
      When you | have bid | your ser|vant once | adieu;
            ,        ,         ,        ,          ,
      Nor dare | I ques|tion with | my jea|lous thought
             ,         ,        ,        ,          ,
      Where you | may be,| or your | affairs | suppose,
       ,      2     T    T     T          ,           ,
      But like a | sad slave stay | and think | of nought
             ,          ,         ,      ,           ,
      Save^where | you are,| how hap|py you | make those.
           ,        ,         ,          ,          ,
      So true | a fool | is love,| that in | your will,
               ,       ,     ,           ,         ,
      (Though^you | do a|nything)| he thinks | no ill.

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