Thus can my love excuse the slow
Of my dull bearer when from thee I
From where thou art why should I haste
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep
Therefore desire of perfect'st love
Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my
Since from thee going he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him
leave to go.