Mojo, The Bard, & Me

The god forbid, that made me first your slave,

I should in thought control your times of pleasure,

Or at your hand th’account of hours to crave,

Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.

-Narrator

Sonnet 58                                  Lines 1 – 4

I’ll say it again, the sonnets are tough. I much prefer the plays. They’re just so hard to figure out. At least, most of them are. And this one is no exception.

And just to be clear, if you're a true Brit, pleasure does indeed rhyme with leisure.

Yes, this is me taking pleasure at my leisure.