To The Virgins, To Make Much Time-Sian Phillips

[00:00.41]Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, [00:03.72]Old Time is still a-flying: [00:06.51]And this same flower that smiles today [00:08.90]To-morrow will be dying. [00:11.34]The glorious lamp of Heaven, the sun, [00:13.38]The higher he's a-getting, [00:15.35]The sooner will his race be run. [00:17.11]And nearer he's to setting. [00:19.95]That age is best which is the first, [00:22.79]When youth and blood are warmer; [00:25.41]But being spent, the worse, and worst [00:27.61]Times still succeed the former. [00:31.64]Then be not coy, but use your time, [00:35.21]And while ye may, go marry: [00:38.14]For having lost but once your prime, [00:41.11]You may for ever tarry.