Monday, October 05, 2009
The Fall of Single Feather...
Carpe Diem
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 today
Tomorrow 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 forever tarry.
Later...
"And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. "
Taken by one of the magicians::
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