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

Being your slave, should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your
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, watch the for you,
Nor the bitterness 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, stay and of nought
Save, where you are how happy you those.
So true a fool is love in your will,
you do any thing, he thinks no ill.