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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600].

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The force of love. [Sonnet LVII / Sonnet LVIII]
Being your slave what should I doe but tend,
Vpon the houres, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to doe till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world without end houre,
Whilst I (my soveraigne) watch the clock for you,
Nor thinke the bitternesse of absence sowre,
When you have bid your servant once adue.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought,
Where you may be, or your affaires suppose,
But like a sad slave stay and thinke of nought
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a foole is love, that in your Will,
(Though you doe any thing) he thinkes no ill.
That God forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought controule your times of pleasure,

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Or at your hand th'account of houres to crave,
Being your vassaile bound to stay your leisure.
Oh let me suffer (being at your beck)
Th'imprison'd absence of your libertie,
And patience tame, to sufferance bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong,
That you your selfe may priviledge your time
To what you will, to you it doth belong,
Your selfe to pardon of selfe-doing crime.
I am to waite, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.
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William Shakespeare, 1564-1616 [1640], Poems: vvritten by Wil. Shake-speare. Gent (Printed... by Tho. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Benson [etc.], London) [word count] [S11600].