Gather ye rose-buds by Robert Herrick Gather ye 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. An example of Carpe diem. |