Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run. Andrew Marvell
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In this quote, William Shakespeare is referring to the joys of youthful love. In fact, this is a famous Shakespeare quotation that’s been used in movies and plays numerous times, most notably in the 1938 musical "Gone with the Wind."

Source: The Complete Poems

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