From the Richmond Times Dispatch, August 8, 1915. By Robert Herrick.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
    Old Time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles today
    Tomorrow may 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,
    Ye may forever tarry.