Act I, Scene 51

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• Shakespeare. 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, 705
  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, 710
  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.