O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low That can sing both high and low
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 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 Youth's a stuff will not endure Youth's a stuff will not endure Youth's a stuff will not endure