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
Comparte O Mistress Mine! con tus amigos.
Que tal te parece O Mistress Mine de Emilie Autumn?
