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GATHER YE ROSEBUDS |
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smiles to - day, To - morrow will be dy-ing.
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 once but lost your prime,
You may for ever tarry.
The Words by Herrick. From Playford's ' Ayres and Dialogues.' |
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