This is the whole poem, only the first part of the poem is read by
Pitts during one of the meetings in the cave.





Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, 
Old time is still a-flying, 
And this same flower that smiles today, 
To-morrow 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. 

That age is best which is the first, 
When youth and blood are warmer; 
But being spent, the worse and worst 
Times still succeed the former. 

Then be not coy, but use your time, 
and while ye may, go marry; 
For having lost just once your prime, 
You may for ever tarry. 

- Robert Herrick