To the virgins, to make much of time

Gather ye rose Rose-buds 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.

Written By Robert Herrick

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