Sonnet 58

The speaker surrenders all rights and agency to the young man, accepting pain and imprisonment with patient resignation because love compels him to relinquish judgment.

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1 That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
May heaven forbid that I who enslaved myself to you
2 I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Should in my mind try to govern when you take your pleasures,
3 Or at your hand th’ account of hours to crave,
Or demand from you a reckoning of how you've spent your time,
account: reckoning, explanation.
4 Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.
When I'm your feudal vassal, bound to your every whim.
leisure: convenience, will; vassal: feudal dependent.
5 O let me suffer (being at your beck)
Let me endure suffering while subject to your every gesture,
at your beck: subject to your slightest gesture.
6 Th’ imprisoned absence of your liberty,
The captive emptiness that comes from your freedom,
imprisoned absence: the captive state when the beloved is absent.
7 And patience tame to sufferance bide each check,
And discipline myself to accept with patience every blow and rejection,
tame to sufferance: train into patience; check: rebuke, setback.
8 Without accusing you of injury.
Without ever blaming you for wronging me.
Volta The volta moves from the speaker's conditions of servitude to the young man's absolute freedom: 'Be where you list, your charter is so strong.'
9 Be where you list, your charter is so strong,
The young man's absolute privilege
Go where you please; your rights over me are legally absolute,
list: please; charter: legal right, privilege.
10 That you yourself may privilage your time
So that you can claim exclusive right to your own hours,
privilege: give special right or freedom to.
11 To what you will, to you it doth belong,
To whatever you choose; it all belongs to your will,
12 Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
And you can forgive yourself for any wrong you commit.
pardon of self-doing crime: absolution for your own wrongdoings.
13 I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
The central paradox: waiting is hell
I am made to wait, though waiting itself is torture,
14 Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.
Without criticizing your happiness, whatever form it takes.
The Paradox of Consent

Sonnet 58 presents a twisted version of consensual servitude. The speaker doesn't complain because he has granted the young man an absolute 'charter'—a legal, binding right to autonomy. This is consent weaponized: by agreeing to unlimited servitude, the speaker forecloses the possibility of being wronged. Legally and logically, injury cannot occur where rights have been completely surrendered. Yet the pain is real: 'waiting so be hell.' The sonnet exposes consent's dark limits when power is radically unequal.

Incarceration as Love

The language of imprisonment and captivity saturates the sonnet: 'imprisoned absence,' 'stay your leisure,' 'at your beck.' Yet this incarceration is self-imposed and the jailer beloved. The speaker transforms his bondage into a condition of virtue—patience, sufferance, non-accusation. He is imprisoned by absence more than presence, trapped in the gap between his desire and the young man's freedom. This inversion—where freedom itself becomes the speaker's torture—reveals love's cruelty most starkly.

If this happened today

Think of someone staying in a relationship where they accept any behavior—canceled dates, lies, even infidelity—because they're afraid of losing the person. The speaker is saying: 'I won't even ask questions; I'll just suffer whatever happens and pretend it's fine.'