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

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.'

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

Nay, but make haste, the better foot before.

Celerity is never more admired Than by the negligent.