"O, Mistress mine", a love song in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night

                                        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 has 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.

                                                                                                                                    Act II , Scene III

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