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Pflück die Rosen wenn sie blühen,
morgen ist nicht heut.
Keine Stunde laß entfliehen,
schnell vergeht die Zeit.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
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 forever tarry.
by Robert Herrick 1591-1674
(To Virgins to Make Much of Time)
Background, rosegarland and rosescraps by
"Victorian Elegance"
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