For why the gains doth seldom quit the charge: <br />And so say I by proof too dearly bought, <br />My haste made waste; my brave and brainsick barge <br />Did float too fast to catch a thing of naught. <br />With leisure, measure, mean, and many moe <br />I mought have kept a chair of quiet state. <br />But hasty heads cannot be settled so, <br />Till crooked Fortune gave a crabbed mate. <br />As busy brains must beat on tickle toys, <br />As rash invention breeds a raw devise, <br />So sudden falls do hinder hasty joys; <br />And as swift baits do fleetest fish entice, <br />So haste makes waste, and therefore now I say, <br />No haste but good, where wisdom makes the way.<br /><br />George Gascoigne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vi-11/
