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Sonnet 51: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence

Written by: William Shakespeare | Biography
 Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed:
From where thou art, why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find When swift extremity can seem but slow? Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind; In wingèd speed no motion shall I know.
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace; Therefore desire, of perfect'st love being made, Shall neigh—no dull flesh—in his fiery race.
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade: Since from thee going he went wilful-slow, Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.