Make haste! The tide of Fortune soon ebbs.

Virtue herself is her own fairest reward.

Virtue herself is her own fairest reward. - Punica.

Valor, gradually overpowered by the delicious poison of sloth, grows torpid. [Lat., Blandoque veneno Desidiae virtus paullatim evicta senescit.]

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

We want to deal with this as soon as we can but without undue haste. We can't jump to conclusions.