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franci_s

To the Virgins, to make much of Time 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,   5 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;   10But 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,   15 You may for ever tarry.