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.