GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day, Tomorrow 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 for ever tarry.
~herrick, R – with Eko, Alit, Widi, Ajisaurus, Ilman, Sheila, Milks, Rama, and Lale at Rumah Cobek
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