Shakespeare

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 not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
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4 Responses Mar 21, 2009

Shakespeare is my all time favorite author.

Isn't it amazing how moving these centuries old words are? Just think, Shakespear hadn't nearly the amount of words we do now and he could speak volumes....today? It is sad the way language is being mutilated.

Wonderful ... I love shakespear...

that's a pretty poem. i've never heard it before, i'm glad you posted it :)