I have more care to stay than will to go.

So shaken as we are, so wan with care.

Things past redress are now with me past care

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

He that stands upon a slippery place, makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up

Stay we no longer, dreaming of renown, But sound the trumpets, and about our task