Art quickens nature; care will make a face; Neglected beauty perisheth apace. - 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.
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.

We such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.

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