BEING your slave, what should I do but tend br Upon the hours and times of your desire? br I have no precious time at all to spend, br Nor services to do, till you require. br Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour br Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, br Nor think the bitterness of absence sour br When you have bid your servant once adieu; br Nor dare I question with my jealous thought br Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, br But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought br Save, where you are how happy you make those! br    So true a fool is love, that in your Will, br    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.