Pride went before, ambition follows him.

Then is it sin to rush into the secret house of death. Ere death dare come to us?

it is not enough to speak, but to speak truee

Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first.