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| Being your slave what should I do but tend, | 1 |
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| Upon the hours, and times of your desire? |
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| I have no precious time at all to spend; |
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| Nor services to do, till you require. |
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| Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour, | 5 |
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| Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, |
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| Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, |
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| When you have bid your servant once adieu; |
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| Nor dare I question with my jealous thought |
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| Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, | 10 |
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| But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought |
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| Save, where you are, how happy you make those. |
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 So true a fool is love, that in your will, |
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| Though you do anything, he thinks no ill. |
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