To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

by Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

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 won,

And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer;

But being spent, theĀ worse and worst

Time still success 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.

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