33 acessos
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 no plenty
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty
Youth's a stuff will not endure
Will not endure