GATHER YE ROSEBUDS: ROBERT HERRICK

GATHER YE ROSE-BUDS

Gather ye rose-buds while you 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...

Then not be coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
Robert Herrick