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

Being your slave, what should I do but
Upon the hours and times of your
I have no time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, you require.
Nor dare I the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the for you,
Nor think the of absence sour
When you have bid your once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous
you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of
Save, where you are how you make those.
So true a is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he no ill.