How heavy do I journey on the way, <br />When what I seek, my weary travel's end, <br />Doth teach that case and that repose to say, <br />"Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!" <br />The beast that bears me, tired with my woe, <br />Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me, <br />As if by some instinct the wretch did know <br />His rider loved not speed being made from thee. <br />The bloody spur cannot provoke him on <br />That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, <br />Which heavily he answers with a groan, <br />More sharp to me than spurring to his side; <br /> For that same groan doth put this in my mind: <br /> My grief lies onward and my joy behind.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-50-how-heavy-do-i-journey-on-the-way/
