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

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