Poem – 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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