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shakespeare-sonnets_58		shakespeare-sonnets_58			.txt	text/plain	122	12	91	LVIII. That god forbid, that made me first your slave, 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 privilage your time To what you will; to you it doth belong Yourself to pardon of selfdoing crime. I am to wait, though waiting so be hell, Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.	./cache/shakespeare-sonnets_58.txt	./txt/shakespeare-sonnets_58.txt