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-2/
