To the virgins, to make much of time

Robert Herrick

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,

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.

Fonte (primeira estrofe): Carpeaux, O. M. 2011. História da literatura ocidental, vol. 2. Brasília, Senado Federal. Poema publicado em livro em 1648.