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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 for ever tarry.

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

Hey hey

Date: 2003-10-13 03:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lani-honi.livejournal.com
Exactly what are you trying to say here?!

Date: 2003-10-13 08:16 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] eviefencer.livejournal.com
i've always like this poem...

it also always reminds me of dead poets society...

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