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蔷薇盛开时,愿君采撷,
岁月漫长,但也是在不停飞逝;
TO THE VIRGINS,TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME
Gather ye Rose-buds while may,
Old Time is still a flying:
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven,the Sun.
The higher be's a getting:
The sooner will his Race be run,
And neerer 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 succed the former.
Then be not coy,but use your time;
And while ye may,goe marry:
For having lost but once your prime
You may forever tarry.
