名人诗歌|Being Your Slave

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^{1 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 nought²

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.