Sonnet 50. How heavy do I journey on the way

How heavy do I journey on the way

When what I seek, my weary travel's end

Doth teach that ease and that repose to say

"Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!"

The beast that bears me, tired with my woe

Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me

As if by some instinct the wretch did know

His rider loved not speed, being made from thee: