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Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave

William Shakespeare·1564–1616
Lines:14Movement:English Renaissance
That god forbid, that made me first your slave,I should in thought control your times of pleasure,Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!O! let me suffer, being at your beck,The imprison'd absence of your liberty;And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,Without accusing you of injury.Be where you list, your charter is so strongThat you yourself may privilage your timeTo what you will; to you it doth belongYourself to pardon of self-doing crime. I am to wait, though waiting so be hell, Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.