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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">SONNET 143<br>Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch<br>One of her feather'd creatures broke away,<br>Sets down her babe and makes an swift dispatch<br>In pursuit of the thing she would have stay,<br>Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,<br>Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent<br>To follow that which flies before her face,<br>Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;<br>So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,<br>Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;<br>But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,<br>And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind:<br>So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'<br>If thou turn back, and my loud crying still.</p><p data-flag="normal" style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;tex...