No.60

O MISTRESS MINE, WHERE ARE YOU ROAMING?

from Twelfth Night

William Shakespeare 

1564-1616

O mistress mine, where are you roaming? 

O stay and hear! your true-love's coming 

That can sing both high and low; 

Trip no further, pretty sweeting, 

Journey's end in lovers' meeting - 

Every wise man's son doth know. 

What is love? 'tis not hereafter; 

Present mirth hath present laughter; 

What's to come is still unsure: 

In delay there lies no plenty - 

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, 

Youth's a stuff will not endure. 

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