Shakespeare's Sonnets: That God forbid that made me first your slave

That God forbid that made me first your slaveI should in thought control your times of pleasure,Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave,Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.Oh let me suffer (being at your beck)Th' imprison'd absence of your liberty,And patience tame, to suff'rance bide each check,Without accusing you of injury.Be where you list, your charter is so strongThat you your self may privilege your timeTo what you will, to you it doth belongYour self to pardon of self-doing crime. I am to wait, though waiting so be hell, Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.