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To the Virgins / Robert Herrick

עודכן: 28 ביולי 2021

To the Virgins

Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

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

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, buy use your time; And while ye may, go merry; For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.

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