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 naught 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.