Herrick, "To the Virgins"

	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.

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time