Robert Herrick, "To The Virgins, To Make Much of Time".



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.



Мьюзетт перевела. Поэтично : )



Не то чтобы это мой самый любимый поэт, но вчера мне совершенно случайно попало в руки это стихотворенье -)