O Mistris mine where are you roming?
O Mistris mine where are you roming?
O stay and heare, your true loves coming,
O stay and heare, your true loves coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further prettie sweeting.
Journey's end in lovers meeting.
Every wise mans sonne doth know.
What is love, tis not heereafter,
What is love, tis not heereafter,
Present mirth, hath present laughter,
Present mirth, hath present laughter:
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plentie.
Then come kisse me sweet and twentie:
Youths a stuffe will not endure.