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. Tonya’s Translation: Get a lover while you can, time is still flying; The lover that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying. Up in heaven, your path is chosen, the closer you are getting; the sooner you find your true lover, nearer he is getting. To find a lover is easier when younger, when you are young and are warmer; I don’t know this line, so times still succeed the former. Then not be shy, but use your time; And while you can, go marry: For when you get older You may forever wonder looking for a lover.