Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the account of...
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That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand the account of hours to crave, Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure! O! let me suffer, being at your beck, The imprison'd absence of your liberty; And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check, Without accusing you of injury.…
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