Edmund Spenser Quote

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 sheeDoth first peepe forth with bashfull modestee,That fairer seemes, the lesse ye see her may;Lo see soone after, how more bold and freeHer 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.