Cueillez dès aujourd'hui les roses de la vie.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may.

Gather the rose of love, while yet thou mayest,
Loving, be loved; embracing, be embraced.

We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses,
Dewy as the morning and colored like the dawn.

One rose, a rose to gather by and by,
One rose, a rose, to gather and to wear,
No rose but one — what other rose had I?
One rose, my rose; a rose that will not die,

Rose girl, bearing your posies, </br> What are you coming to sell? </br> Is it yourself or your roses, </br> Or yourself and your roses as well?

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

Every thing doth pass away;
There is danger in delay:
Come, come, gather then the rose,
Gather it, or it you lose!

The whiles some one did chaunt this louely lay;
Ah see, who so faire thing doest faine to see,
In springing flowre the image of thy day;
Ah see the Virgin Rose, how sweetly shee
Doth first peepe forth with bashfull modestee,
That fairer seemes, the lesse ye see her may;
Lo see soone after, how more bold and free
Her bared bosome she doth broad display;
Loe see soone after, how she fades, and falles away.

So passeth, in the passing of a day,
Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre,
Ne more doth flourish after first decay,
That earst was sought to decke both bed and bowre,
Of many a Ladie, and many a Paramowre:
Gather therefore the Rose, whilest yet is prime,
For soone comes age, that will her pride deflowre:
Gather the Rose of love, whilest yet is time,
Whilest louing thou mayst loued be with equall crime.

A rose to the living is more
Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead.

Who gathers the withered rose?

Gather the fleet flower of your youth, Take ye your pleasure at the best;
Be merry ere your beauty flit,
For length of days will tarnish it Like roses that were loveliest.

Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.