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Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))


To Virgins, To Make Much Of Time


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



Robert Herrick's other poems:
  1. A Hymn To Venus And Cupid
  2. The Rosary
  3. Neutrality Loathsome
  4. Up Scoble
  5. On A Perfumed Lady


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