• Flesch-Kincaid Level: 11
Poetry

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, To morrow will be dying. The glorious Lamp of Heaven, the Sun, 5 The higher he’s a getting; The sooner will his Race be run, And neerer he’s to Setting. That Age is best, which is the f...
  • Flesch-Kincaid Level: 11