"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, olde time is still a-flying, and this same rose 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. The age is best, which is the first, when youth and blood are warmer, but being spent, the worst, and worst, Time still suceeds the former. Then not be coy, but use your time, and when ye may, go marry, for having lost but once your time, you may forever tarry."

                                                                                   - To the Virgins, to Make the Best of Time                   

                                     (My Favorite Poem Ever!)