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

Being your slave, what should I do but
Upon the hours and of your desire?
I have no precious 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 servant once
Nor dare I question my jealous thought
Where you may be, or affairs suppose,
But, a sad slave, stay and think of nought
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.