By William Shakespeare
SONNET 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, 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.
~Morgan~
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He was quite good our Billy wasn’t he? He was amazing and it is beyond my comprehension how he managed to write so much good stuff. Thank you for bringing this and the other Shakespeare sonnets to my attention. The first poem I ever memorised many years ago was Shakespeare’s sonnet “My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun”, and to this day I can still remember it.
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Indeed, he, too, was brilliant and I have no idea why some say he was a hack. Maybe they were/are jealous ?
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