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.