Sonnet 58

Love from Afar

  1. 1 That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
  2. 2 I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
  3. 3 Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
  4. 4 Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
  5. 5 O! let me suffer, being at your beck,
  6. 6 The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
  7. 7 And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
  8. 8 Without accusing you of injury.
  9. 9 Be where you list, your charter is so strong
  10. 10 That you yourself may privilage your time
  11. 11 To what you will; to you it doth belong
  12. 12 Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
  13. 13 I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
  14. 14 Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.