From the Richmond Times Dispatch, August 8, 1915. By Robert Herrick.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow may 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,
Ye may forever tarry.