TO THE VIRGINS, MAKE MUCH OF TIME

Robert Herrick 1591-1674

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:

Old Time is still a-flying; 

And this same flower that smiles to-day,

To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,

The higher he's a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best, which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer; 

But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times, still succeed the former.

- Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry; 

For having lost but once your prime,

You may for ever tarry. 

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