To the Virgins, Make Much of Time

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To the Virgins, Make Much of Time 

– Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old time is still a-flying,

And this same flower that smiles today,

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 just once your prime,

You may for ever tarry.

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