Sonnet Vi

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