Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 51

　　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.

　　這樣，我的愛就可原諒那笨獸

　　(當我離開你)，不嫌它走得太慢：

　　從你所在地我何必匆匆跑走?

　　除非是歸來，絕對不用把路趕。

　　那時可憐的畜牲怎會得寬容，

　　當極端的迅速還要顯得遲鈍?

　　那時我就要猛刺，縱使在御風，

　　如飛的速度我只覺得是停頓：

　　那時就沒有馬能和欲望齊驅;

　　因此，欲望，由最理想的愛構成，

　　就引頸長嘶，當它火似地飛馳;

　　但愛，為了愛，將這樣饒恕那畜牲：

　　既然別你的時候它有意慢走，

　　歸途我就下來跑，讓它得自由。