O Mistress Mine
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?O stay and hear! Your true love's comingThat 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.