13 agosto 2014

"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.