1.
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.
2.
The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, [5]
The higher he’s a getting;
The sooner will his Race be run,
And neerer he’s to Setting.
3.
That Age is best, which is the first,
When Youth and Blood are warmer; [10]
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.
4.
Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, goe marry:
For having lost but once your prime, [15]
You may for ever tarry.
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