Luyện nghe bài hát I. Ascension - (sonnet Lvii)

Being your slave, what I do but tend
Upon the and times of your desire?
I no precious time at all to spend,
Nor to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the for you,
Nor the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous
Where you may be, or affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of
Save, where you are how happy you those.
So true a fool is love in your will,
you do any thing, he thinks no ill.