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