Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May By Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674) . Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today 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.