To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
by Robert Herrick


Gather ye rosebuds 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.

:buddies:

I memorized and recited that poem for 12th grade English. :lol: I can still recite it. :yay:

I memorized and recited that poem for 12th grade English. :lol: I can still recite it. :yay:

I think I read that poem in 12th grade English too! :lol:

I memorized and recited that poem for 12th grade English. :lol: I can still recite it. :yay:

lol me too...I havent forgotten a single word... did you go to Leonardtown by chance?

lol me too...I havent forgotten a single word... did you go to Leonardtown by chance?

Sure did.

Sure did.

lol you had Ms. Pessagno?

lol you had Ms. Pessagno?

:lol: Yes.