PoemGather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.Robert Herrick1648★ 6.9
PoemThen be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go marry For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry.Robert Herrick1648★ 3.5
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