Poem – Gather Ye Rosebuds

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May
(To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time)

By Robert Herrick

(1591 – 1674)

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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
To-morrow will be dying.

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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.

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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.

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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.