1593-1603 by Shakespeare 
Sonnet 58 

1	That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
2	I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
3	Or at your hand th’ account of hours to crave,
4	Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.
5	O let me suffer, being at your beck,
6	Th’ imprisoned absence of your liberty,
7	And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
8	Without accusing you of injury.
9	Be where you list, your charter is so strong
10	That you yourself may privilege your time
11	To what you will# to you it doth belong
12	Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
13	I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
14	Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.