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"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. "

.....O Mistress Mine by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

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