to the virgins, to make much of time (one of my favourite poems…)

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,Old time is still a-flying;and this same flower that smiles todayTomorrow will be a-dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,The higher he’s a-getting,The sooner will his race br 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 [...]

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