The Golden Treasury of the best songs and lyrical poems in the English Language |
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CVIII
COUNSEL TO GIRLS
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.
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
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.
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.
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.
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
R. Herrick
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