Shakespeare, 25th July

Honour travels in a strait so narrow,

Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path:

For emulation hath a thousand sons,

That one by one pursue: if you give way,

Or hedge aside from the direct forthright,

Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by,

And leave you hindmost.

Troilus and Cressida, Act iii., Sc. 3.