A broad margin of leisure is as beautiful in a man's life as in a book. Haste makes waste, no less in life than in housekeeping. Keep the time, observe the hours of the universe ...

Celerity is never more admired Than by the negligent.

Haste is slow.

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

I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.

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

Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs ...

Nay, but make haste, the better foot before.

Nothing is more vulgar than haste.

On wings of wind came flying all abroad.