And up he got, in haste to ride, / But soon came down again.

So you must ride / On horseback after we.

Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.'

I go, I go, look how I go, Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.