Sonnet 143. Lo as a careful huswife runs to catch

Lo as a careful huswife runs to catch

One of her feathered creatures broke away

Sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatch

In pursuit of the thing she would have stay:

Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase

Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent

To follow that which flies before her face:

Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;