Sweet-and-Twenty
«William 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 no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty!
Youth 's a stuff
will not endure.
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