Love is a circle that doth restless move In the same sweet eternity of love. - Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying

A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown

Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy!
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile;
There's the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.