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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; 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.
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Sweet-And-Twenty
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.
William Shakespeare
1564 - 1616/Male/English