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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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