Today's Thing
Today's thing is a poem by Robert Herrick. To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time Gather ye rosebuds why 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, the worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time; And while ye may, go merry; For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry. Robert Herrick was raised in the post-Shakespeare era. Shakespeare was born in 1564 and died in 1616; Herrick was born in 1591 and died in 1674. Their lives were surprisingly opposed; Shakespeare was born in the small village of Stratford-upon-Avon in Warwickshire, more than one hundred miles from London, and he used his talents to get to London and make a name ...