To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

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To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
by Robert Herrick

          Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
          Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
          Tomorrow 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 forever tarry.