Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.

Haste makes Work which Caution prevents.

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.