Gather Ye Rosebuds... By 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.
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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.
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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.
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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.