Gather ye rose-buds 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.
This poem is so old that it is public domain. So, I decided to share it with my readers.
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Understanding Robert Herrick's "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time"
Non-FictionWorks cited: Brackett, Virginia. ""To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time"" The Facts On File Companion to British Poetry, 17th and 18th Centuries, Facts On File, 2008. Bloom's Literature, online.infobase.com/Auth/Index?aid=101298&itemid=WE54&articleI...
