Sonnet 143

　　Lo，as a carefull housewife 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：

　　So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee，

　　Whilst I thy