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William Shakespeare was born on April 23, 1564, in Stratford-on-Avon. The son of...
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Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene III [O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?]

 
by William Shakespeare

The Clown, singing
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?  
O stay and hear! your true-loveís coming  
That can sing both high and low;  
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,  
Journeys end in loversí meeting—          
Every wise manís son doth know.  
  
What is love? ítis not hereafter;  
Present mirth hath present laughter;  
Whatís to come is still unsure:  
In delay there lies no plenty,—          
Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,  
Youthís a stuff will not endure.



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