Sonnet 51

　　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'