Gather Your Rose Buds

Gather your rose-buds while you may: Old Time is ever flying; And that same flow'r which smiles to day, To-morrow will be dying.

That age is the best which is the first, While youth and blood are warmer; Expect not, then, the last the best, The worst succeeds the former.

Then be not coy, nor waste your time; But while you're young, go marry; For, having once gone past your prime, You may for ever tarry.