William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

William Shakespeare Poems

81. Sonnet XLVII 5/21/2001
82. Sonnet XLVI 5/21/2001
83. Sonnet XLV 5/21/2001
84. Sonnet XLIX 5/21/2001
85. Sonnet XLIV 5/21/2001
86. Sonnet XLIII 5/21/2001
87. Sonnet XLII 5/21/2001
88. Sonnet XLI 5/21/2001
89. Sonnet XL 5/21/2001
90. Sonnet XIX: Devouring Time, Blunt Thou the Lion's Paws 1/3/2003
91. Sonnet XIV 5/21/2001
92. Sonnet XIII 5/21/2001
93. Sonnet XII 5/21/2001
94. Sonnet XI 5/21/2001
95. Sonnet XCVIII 5/21/2001
96. Sonnet XCVII 5/21/2001
97. Sonnet XCVI 5/21/2001
98. Sonnet XCV 5/21/2001
99. Sonnet XCIX 5/21/2001
100. Sonnet XCIV: They That Have Power to Hurt and Will Do None 1/3/2003

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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