Shakespeare's Sonnet 51

Thus can my love excuse the slow offenceOf 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.’

So my love can excuse the annoying slowness
of my sluggish horse when I travel away from you.
Why should I hurry away from where you are?
Until I return, there is no need to race.
But what excuse will my poor animal find then,
when even the greatest speed will seem too slow?
Then I would use my spurs even if I rode the wind;
even at winged speed I would feel no movement.
Then no horse could keep pace with my desire.
So desire, made of the most perfect love,
will race like a fiery horse, not a sluggish creature of flesh.
But for love’s sake, my love will excuse my worn-out horse this way:
“Since he deliberately went slowly when leaving you,
I will run toward you and let him walk.”