XXVI. 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— 5
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,— 10
Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

-- W. Shakespeare
- posted by M @ 5:02 p.m.