To the Virgins To Make Much of Time
collect roses when you are,
the old days are still flying
And the same flower that smiles today.
will die tomorrow
The shining lamp of the sky, the sun,
as high as he is getting,
As soon as you run
And it’s close to the setting.
The best age is the first
When youth and blood warm
But it’s being spent, worse, and worse
Time still succeeds the former.
So don’t be happy but use your time wisely.
And, as long as you are, go get married
Because after losing but once your prime,
You can live forever.