Friday, March 24, 2006
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 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.I don't have many things to teach people around me, so I share with you the lessons a poem prescribes.
Gavin
pondered @ 18:33
Under the layers of dust
