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.
'To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time' (1648)
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.
'To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time' (1648)