“…be not coy…”

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
by Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow 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.

I am a fan of the “Cavalier Poets.” Primarily Lovelace and Herrick. The whole idea of being a Cavalier is romantic. Think about being fiercely loyal to your King, come what may.

This poem is dedicated to Josh and Erin, with congratulations upon their union on Saturday.

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