Whene’er the wast makes too much hast,
That hast againe makes too much wast.

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Modernised spelling: Whene’er the waist makes too much haste, That haste again makes too much waste. —The New Oxford Book of Seventeenth-Century Verse (1991), no. 438

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Whene’er the wast makes too much hast,That hast againe makes too much wast.

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Whene’er the wast makes too much hast,
That hast againe makes too much wast.