But he felt a little worried and wearied, perhaps with mental debate, and without waiting for the further gayeties of the horse-fair, he set out alone on his fourteen miles’ journey, meaning to take it very quietly and keep his horse fresh.
The offender’s sorrow brings but small relief
To him who wears the strong offence’s cross.
Shakespeare:
Sonnets
The offender’s sorrow brings but small relief To him who wears the strong offence’s cross.