11 Kasım 2012

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.

    
ilk mısra The Newsroom'da geçiyordu, beklemedik yerlerden edinilen bilgi de tadından yenmiyor.
    

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