133. Sweet-and-Twenty

William Shakespeare. 1564-1616

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.

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