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 not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth s a stuff will not endure.