William Shakespeare "Sonnet 51" paroles

Sonnet 51

Thus can my love excuse the slow offenceOf 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 wingéd speed no 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.

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