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.