Oh Mistress Mine

歌词

O Mistress Mine 

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.

Will not endure.