Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet

To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 69.

For those that run away and fly,

Take place at least o' the enemy.

Samuel Butler (1600-1680): Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 609.

Then fly betimes, for only they

Conquer Love that run away.

Thomas Carew (1589-1639): Conquest by Flight.

Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.

John Milton (1608-1674): Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 135.

Thus far we run before the wind.

Arthur Murphy (1727-1805): The Apprentice. Act v. Sc. 1.

But now my task is smoothly done,

I can fly, or I can run.

John Milton (1608-1674): Comus. Line 1012.

What more felicitie can fall to creature

Than to enjoy delight with libertie,

And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,

To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,

To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209.

To hold with the hare and run with the hound.

John Heywood (Circa 1565): Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x.