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.
|"The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on"
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