Dear Shakespeare… you know your shit. From, “Twelfth Night, or, What You Will” …”O Mistress Mine” is an ode to free-spirited, impulsive, and delicious love. Life is short. You’ve got to grab joy, love, and life’s pleasures, when within reach.
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.