letra de sonnet 58 - the marlowe society
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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
be where you list, your charter is so strong
that you yourself may privilege your time:
do what you will; to you it doth belong
yourself to pardon of self-doing crime
i am to wait, though waiting so be h-ll
not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well
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