"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 no plenty;

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;

Youth's a stuff will not endure. "

.....O Mistress Mine by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)