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.