Poetry of Love
Wm. Shakespeare
O Mistress Mine
February, 1594
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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William Shakespeare was a struggling poet, writer and playwright for much of his life. (1564 – 1616)
Perhaps he wrote these words to his wife, Anne Hathaway. He is buried in Stratford, England.
Wikipedia claims that these words are inscribed at his grave:
Good friend, for Jesus´ sake forbeare
To digg the dust enclosed here!
Blest be ye man that spares thes stones
And curst be he that moues my bones.
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