Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Times is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.
Robert Herrick
Tomorrow we shall meet, Death and I. And he shall thrust his sword Into one who is wide awake.
death tomorrow
Then this immensive cup Of aromatic wine, Catullus, I quaff up To that terse muse of thine.
nature muse wine
today flower tomorrow smiles times dying
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score Then to that twenty, add a hundred more A thousand to that hundred so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.
kiss give
You say to me - wards your affection's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long
pray strong affection love
The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam
home body poor flesh house
I'll write, because I'll give - You critics means to live; For should I not supply - The cause, the effect would die
live critics write criticism die effect give
It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.
man happiness happy accomplish wit energy alive open interest great pursuit
Bid me to live, and I will live<br/>Thy Protestant to be; <br/>Or bid me love, and I will give<br/>A loving heart to thee.<br/><br/>A heart as soft, a heart as kind,<br/>A heart as sound and free<br/>As in the whole world thou canst find,<br/>That heart I'll give to thee.<br/><br/>Bid that heart stay, and it will stay<br/>To honour thy decree; <br/>Or bid it languish quite away,<br/>And't shall do so for thee.<br/><br/>Bid me to weep, and I will weep,<br/>While I have eyes to see; <br/>And having none, yet I will keep<br/>A heart to weep for thee.<br/><br/>Bid me despair, and I'll despair,<br/>Under that cypress tree; <br/>Or bid me die, and I will dare<br/>E'en death, to die for thee.<br/><br/>--Thou art my life, my love, my heart,<br/>The very eyes of me; <br/>And hast command of every part,<br/>To live and die for thee.
sound life death art live world kind heart loving despair eyes find honour weep die tree part love give
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke
obligation bonds
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying. And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
opportunity time today flower tomorrow smiles dying
None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware
relationships pity
Each must in virtue strive for to excel ; That man lives twice that lives the first life well
life man lives virtue
A sweet disorder in the dressKindles in clothes a wantonnessA lawn about the shoulders thrownInto a fine distraction;
nature art sweet distraction disorder clothes dress
Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
language true tears words
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