Poem for October 4: O Mistress Mine from Twelfth Night!

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,
Journeys end in lovers' meeting, -
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 't is not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty, -
Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,
Youth 's a stuff will not endure.

~William Shakespeare

"I know Shakespeare's, a dead white guy, but he knows his s--t, so we can over look that."
~ 10 Things I Hate About You, Kat's crazy English teacher

Kids! Don't swear. :)