Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, <br />Old time is still a-flying <br />And this same flower that smiles today <br />Tomorrow will be dying. <br /> <br />The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, <br />The higher he's a-getting, <br />The sooner will his race be run, <br />And nearer he's to setting. <br /> <br />That age is best which is the first, <br />When youth and blood are warmer; <br />But being spent, the worse, and worst <br />Times still succeed the former. <br /> <br />Then be not coy, but use your time, <br />And, while ye may, go marry; <br />For, having lost but once your prime, <br />You may forever tarry.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-virgins-to-make-much-of-time/
