Shakespearean Sonnet Number LVII

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, 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 anything, he thinks no ill.

Note: Every English speaking person must experience Shakespeare’s magic, at least once. Enjoy the music, the emotion and the sincerity of his words, the ultimate wordsmith.