Shakespeare's Sonnet 58

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 strongThat you yourself may privilage your timeTo what you will; to you it doth belongYourself to pardon of self-doing crime.I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.

May the god who first made me your slave forbid me even to think of controlling your hours of pleasure or asking you to account for your time. I am your servant, bound to wait until you are free. Let me endure, always at your command, the imprisonment of being kept away while you enjoy your freedom. Let my patience, trained to suffer, endure every rebuff without accusing you of hurting me. Go wherever you please. Your right to freedom is so complete that you can devote your time to anything you choose. You have the right to pardon yourself for any wrong you commit. My task is to wait, even if waiting is hell, not to blame your pleasures, whether they are right or wrong.