O, mistress mine! Where are you roaming? Oh, 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
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