O Mistress Mine
by: William Shakespeare (1546 - 1616)
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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Sonnet CXXXVIII
Lover's Complaint, A
Marriage Of True Minds
Consolation, A
Madrigal, A
Sea Dirge, A
Blossom, The
Winter
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