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 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.

DayPoems Poem No. 248
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