Robert Herrick. 1591–1674 |
248. 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, | 5 |
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; | 10 |
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, | 15 |
You may for ever tarry. |
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