All of Robert Herrick’s rhymes are replaced. This is what he’d be like if he were different.
HERRICK RERHYMED
Gather ye Rose-buds while ye might,
Old Time is still a tilting:
And this same flower that smiles so bright,
To morrow will be wilting.
The glorious Lamp of Heaven, his place
The higher he’s a wending;
The sooner will he run his Race,
And neerer be descending.
That Age is best, which is the prime,
When Youth and Blood are speeding;
But being spent, the poorer time
Will followe the preceding.
Then be not coy, but use your day,
Goe marry, reconnoiter;
For once your prime has pass’d away,
You may for ever loiter.