Tuesday, September 23, 2014

To the Virgins, to make much of Time

GATHER ye rosebuds 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.

-Robert Herrick, 1591-1674

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