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Shakespeare, William: LI. Sonnet

Portre of Shakespeare, William

LI. Sonnet (English)

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 wirh 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.



Uploaded byDvorcsák Gábor Imre
PublisherOxquarry Books Ltd.
Source of the quotationthe amazing web site of Shakespeare's sonnets

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