Et memor esto aevum sic properare tuum.
Fair maids, go gather roses in the prime,
And think that as a flower so goes on time.
[5882]Soles occidere et redire possunt,
Nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux,
Nox est perpetuo una dormienda.
[5883]Suns that set may rise again,
But if once we loss this light,
'Tis with us perpetual night.
Now for such as have free liberty to bestow themselves, I could wish that good counsel of the comical old man were put in practice,