Sonnet LI -- Sonnet 51

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 perfecst 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.


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