Song: “O Mistress mine where are you roaming?”
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.
