O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene III) - Poem by William Shakespeare

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, 
Journey's 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.