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Robert Herrick - To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time
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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
          Old Time is still a flying:
     And this same flower that smiles today,
          Tomorrow 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 forever tarry.
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