Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch <br />One of her feathered creatures broke away, <br />Sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatch <br />In pursuit of the thing she would have stay, <br />Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase, <br />Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent <br />To follow that which flies before her face, <br />Not prizing her poor infant's discontent: <br />So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee, <br />Whilst I, thy babe, chase thee afar behind; <br />But if thou catch thy hope turn back to me, <br />And play the mother's part: kiss me, be kind. <br /> So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will, <br /> If thou turn back and my loud crying still.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-143-lo-as-a-careful-huswife-runs-to-catch/
