by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Language: English 
Our translations:  ITA
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.'

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This text was added to the website: 2010-08-12
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