William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

181. Sonnet CXLIV 5/18/2001
182. Sonnet CXLIII 5/18/2001
183. Sonnet CXLII 5/18/2001
184. Sonnet CXLI 5/18/2001
185. Sonnet CXL 5/18/2001
186. Sonnet CXIX 5/18/2001
187. Sonnet CXIV 5/18/2001
188. Sonnet CXIII 5/18/2001
189. Sonnet CXII 5/18/2001
190. Sonnet CXI: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide 1/3/2003
191. Sonnet CXI 5/18/2001
192. Sonnet CX 5/18/2001
193. Sonnet CVIII 5/18/2001
194. Sonnet CVII: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor the Prophetic Soul 1/3/2003
195. Sonnet CVII 5/18/2001
196. Sonnet CVI 5/18/2001
197. Sonnet CV 5/18/2001
198. Sonnet CLIV 5/18/2001
199. Sonnet CLIII 5/18/2001
200. Sonnet CLII 5/18/2001

Sonnet LI

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;

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