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To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time

by Robert Herrick

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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Sirnicolay said at 8:00 a.m. on Oct 23, 2008:
Excellent! This looks like a poster indeed! 95!
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