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 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.