William Shakespeare. 1564-1616
133. Sweet-and-Twenty
1 min to read 75 words
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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William Shakespeare. 1564-1616
134. Dirge
1 min to read 101 words
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