Dear Shakespeare... you know your shit. From, "Twelfth Night, or, What You Will" ..."O Mistress Mine" is an ode to free-spirited, impulsive, and delicious love. Life is short. You’ve got to grab joy, love, and life's pleasures, when within reach.
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O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
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.
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