Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices. – The Bible Song of Solomon 8:14.
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain’d his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray’d together, we Will go with you along. – Robert Herrick To Daffodils
