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

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