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     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.