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
Journey's 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 the air there lies your plenty
Then come kissing sweet and wetting
Youth's a stuff will not endure