Shakespeare

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 not plenty;


Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,


Youth's a stuff will not endure


( William Shakespeare - O mistress mine )