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?          
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.