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;
Journeys end in lovers? meeting,
Ev?ry 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.