Sonnet 51

Lyrics

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 winged speed no motion shall I know: Then can no horse with my desire keep pace; Therefore desire, of perfect'st love being made Shall nеigh—no dull flesh—in his fiery race; But lovе, 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