Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 58, by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What god forbid, that made me first your slave Last Line: Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well. | ||||||||
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 cheque, 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL, FR. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ARIEL'S SONG (2), FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IMAGINATION, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |
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