Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Times is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
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Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
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Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood:
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Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand That soils my land; And giv'st me, for my bushel sown, Twice ten for one; Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay Her egg each day; Besides my healthful ewes to bear Me twins each year; The while the conduits of my kine Run cream, for wine. All these, and better, Thou dost send Me, to this end, That I should render, for my part, A thankful heart...
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Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score Then to that twenty, add a hundred more A thousand to that hundred so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
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And with our broth, and bread, and bits, sir friend, You've fared well : pray make an end ; Two days you've larded here ; a third, ye know, Makes guests and fish smell strong ; pray go
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What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
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And to your more bewitching, see the proud, Plump bed bear up, and swelling like a cloud,...
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Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
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If a little labor, little are our gains. Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
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See where she comes, and smell how all the street, Breathes vineyards and pomegranates: oh, how sweet!...
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The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
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Attempt the end and never stand to doubt; Nothing's so hard, but search will find it out.
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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
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What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:
The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
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