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.