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