Carpe Diem
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,
Journey`s 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.
