2.4. Шекспир, сонет 50. "Как тяжко мне в пути". Shakespeare, sonnet 50.

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, tird with my woe, Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me, As if by some instnct the wretch did know His rider loved not speed, being made from thee: The bloody spur cannot provoke him on That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, Which heavily he answers with a groan More sharp to me than spurring to his side; For that same groan doth put this in my mind: My grief lies onward and my joy behind.