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Sonnet 50

           ,      ,       ,       ,        ,
      How hea|vy do | I jour|ney on | the way,
             ,        ,          ,      ,        ,
      When what | I seek | (my wea|ry tra|vel's end)
             ,            ,          ,        ,        ,
      Doth^teach | that^ease | and that | repose | to say
            ,          ,           ,         ,           ,
      Thus^far | the miles | are meas|ured from | thy friend.
            ,            ,          ,       ,        ,
      The beast | that bears | me, ti|red with | my woe,
        T    T .  T        ,            ,         ,
      Plods duly^on,| to bear | that weight | in me,
          ,        ,     T   T    .     T           ,
      As if | by some | instinct the wretch | did know
           ,        ,           ,       2     ,           ,
      His rid|er loved | not* speed | being made | from thee.
            ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
      The blood|y spur | cannot | provoke | him on,
             ,         ,        ,         ,         ,
      That some|times^an|ger thrusts | into | his hide,
             ,     ,       ,         ,        ,
      Which^heav|ily | he an|swers with | a groan,
             ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      More sharp | to me | than spur|ring to | his side;
       .     T    T    T           ,          ,        ,
      For* that same groan | doth^put | this^in | my mind,
           ,           ,        ,        ,        ,
      My grief | lies^on|ward, and | my joy | behind.

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