Carpe Diem

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 do know.

What is love? It is not hereafter;

Present mirth has present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty,-

Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,

Youth is a stuff will not endure.

What is love? It is not hereafter;

Present mirth has present laughter;

Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,

Youth is a stuff will not endure.