SWEET-AND-TWENTY.
By William Shakespeare (1564–1616).
Oh, mistress mine, where are you roaming?
Oh, stay and hear; your true love’s coming,
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no farther, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lover’s 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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