Friday, 20 November 2009

Work, work, work.

I doubt this blog will be updated for a while since I am incredibly busy with my third year of university. In the meantime, enjoy the poem To The Virgins, To Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674):

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow 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 for ever tarry.

4 comments:

  1. Haha!! Do you know Chinese as well, Christian? (I would not be surprised).
    I just stopped by to say something on the topic of Gainsbourg: get "Poinconneur des Lilas" and LEARN the lyrics. Best time ever. And it's educational.

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