NEWS FROM THE WHITE ROOM
4.20.2005
 
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 further, pretty sweetling,
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.



posted with thanks to Mr. Shakespeare


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