O Mistress mine
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, not endure.
Mistress mine, where are you roaming?