Elena Maslova-Levin

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Sonnet 51: In winged speed no motion shall I know

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 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.

William Shakespeare

 Sonnet 51: In winged speed no motion shall I know (4) (2013-07-30)

July 2013