Robert Herrick - To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
Robert Herrick
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:
The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

- Robert Herrick - To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time