I Ascension Lyrics

I Ascension lyrics

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of
your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to
do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the
bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your
affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
     So true a fool is
love that in your will,
     Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.