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O Mistress Mine by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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 not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure. 
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07-29-2003, 04:20 PM
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07-29-2003, 04:22 PM
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BT Rep: +1
You're in love and you can't even spell the lady's name? 
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