Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Sonnet 57

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 naught

Save where you are how happy you make those.


So true a fool is love that in your will,

Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

- William Shakespeare

2 comments:

  1. It's important to consult a teacher of Shakespeare as well as a teacher when feeling the sonnet dicipline. There are other scenes more thrilling....your rook friend

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  2. Rook friends are very...important...I miss your face, teacher...

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