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 noughtSave 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.