1 How heavy do I journey on the way, 2 When what I seek, my weary travel's end, 3 Doth teach that ease and that repose to say 4 'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!' 5 The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, 6 Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me, 7 As if by some instinct the wretch did know 8 His rider loved not speed, being made from thee: 9 The bloody spur cannot provoke him on 10 That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide; 11 Which heavily he answers with a groan, 12 More sharp to me than spurring to his side; 13 For that same groan doth put this in my mind; 14 My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
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| "The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on" |
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