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Sonnetsby William Shakespeare

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 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 n: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.'