Uploaded July 2020 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago

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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,

Journey's 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.