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

Being your slave, should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of desire?
I have no time at all to spend,
Nor to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the for you,
Nor think the bitterness of sour
you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my thought
Where you may be, or your suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of
Save, you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is that in your will,
you do any thing, he thinks no ill.