Carpe Diem, baby!

"To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time"
By: Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds 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.