Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 143
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 143 (Shakespeare).
143Loe as a carefull huswife runnes to catch,One of her fethered creatures broake away,Sets downe her babe and makes all swift dispatchIn pursuit of the thing she would haue stay:Whilst her neglected child holds her in chace,Cries to catch her whose busie care is bent,To follow that which flies before her face:Not prizing her poore infants discontent;So runst thou after that which flies from thee,Whilst I thy babe chace thee a farre behind,But if thou catch thy hope turne back to me:And play the mothers part kisse me, be kind.So will I pray that thou maist haue thy Will,If thou turne back and my loude crying still.