O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming
That can sing both high and low
That can sing both high and low
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
What's to come is still unsure
In delay there lies not plenty
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty
Youth's a stuff will not endure
Youth's a stuff will not endure
Youth's a stuff will not endure
Youth's a stuff will not endure