(Harle/Shakespeare) 

O, mistress mine 

Where are you roaming? 

O, stay and hear 

Your true love's coming 

That can save both high and low 



Trip no further pretty sweeting 

Journeys end in lovers meeting 

Every wise man's son doth know 



Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh 



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 

It's a stuff will not endure