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 anything, he thinks no ill.
Sonnet 57 in modern English
As your slave, what else should I do but spend my time waiting to do whatever you want me to? I don’t have any valuable time to spend, or any tasks to do until you need that. Nor do I dare complain about the endless hours as I watch the clock, waiting for you, my sovereign, nor contemplate the bitterness of separation after you’ve said goodbye to your servant. Nor do I dare allow my jealous thoughts to wonder where you may be, or speculate about what you may be up to, but like a forlorn slave, I wait, thinking of nothing except how happy you’re making whoever you are with. Love makes such a fool out of one that he thinks nothing about whatever you do to satisfy your ideas.
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The 1609 Quarto sonnet 57 version
BEing your ſlaue what ſhould I doe but tend, Vpon the houres,and times of your deſire? I haue no precious time at al to ſpend; Nor ſeruices to doe til you require. Nor dare I chide the world without end houre, Whilſt I(my ſoueraine)watch the clock for you, Nor thinke the bitterneſſe of abſence ſowre, VVhen you haue bid your ſeruant once adieue. Nor dare I question with my iealious thought, VVhere you may be,or your affaires ſuppoſe, But like a ſad ſlaue ſtay and thinke of nought Saue where you are , how happy you make thoſe. So true a fool is loue,that in your Will, (Though you doe any thing)he thinkes no ill.