Thus can my love excuse the slow offence <br />Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed: <br />From where thou art, why should I haste me thence? <br />Till I return, of posting is no need. <br />O, what excuse will my poor beast then find <br />When swift extremity can seem but slow? <br />Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind; <br />In wingèd speed no motion shall I know. <br />Then can no horse with my desire keep pace; <br />Therefore desire, of perfect'st love being made, <br />Shall neigh—no dull flesh—in his fiery race. <br />But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade: <br /> Since from thee going he went wilful-slow, <br /> Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-51-thus-can-my-love-excuse-the-slow-offen/
