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 precious at all to spend,
Nor services to do, you require.
Nor I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, the clock for you,
Nor the bitterness of absence sour
you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question my jealous thought
you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and of nought
Save, you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in will,
Though you do any thing, he no ill.