Barbara
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What wonderful words to live by! > Sonnet 58 > "That god forbid, that made me first your slave, > I 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. > O let me suffer, being at your beck, > Th' imprisoned 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 > To what you will; to you it doth belong > Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime. > I am to wait, though waiting so be hell, > Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well." > > > > ~*William Shakespeare*~
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