O Mistress Mine

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