greykit.poetry — #carpe-diem
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1681
[andrew-marvell]
To his Coy Mistress
Three moves: if there were world enough and time he would spend an age on each part of her; there is not, and time's winged chariot is audible behind them; therefore tear their pleasures through the iron gates of life.
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1648
[robert-herrick]
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may — the sun is always further along its race, the first age is always the best, and coyness costs more than it seems: having lost but once your prime, you may for ever tarry.