A Book of old English love songs . are you MISTRESS mine, where roaming ?O stay and hear! your true-lovescomingThat can sing both high and low;Trip no further, pretty sweeting,Journeys end in lovers meeting — Every wise mans son doth know. What is love ? tis not hereafter;Present mirth hath present laughter;Whats to come is still unsure:In delay there lies no plenty,—Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,Youths a stuff will not endure. — William Shakespeare. [49]. ^>OttQ Of £UtOtyCU0 When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o the year;For
A Book of old English love songs . are you MISTRESS mine, where roaming ?O stay and hear! your true-lovescomingThat can sing both high and low;Trip no further, pretty sweeting,Journeys end in lovers meeting — Every wise mans son doth know. What is love ? tis not hereafter;Present mirth hath present laughter;Whats to come is still unsure:In delay there lies no plenty,—Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,Youths a stuff will not endure. — William Shakespeare. [49]. ^>OttQ Of £UtOtyCU0 When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o the year;For the red blood reigns in the winters pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how theysing!Doth set my pugging tooth on edge;For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.[5o]
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