Gather Ye Rosebuds
By Robert Herrick
Gather ye rosebuds 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.
