William
Shakespeare
O Mistress Mine, Feste's song from Twelfth Night
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.
Great Shoes Bridal, Prom, Anniversaries,
Receptions
or just Saturday Night out
