The Clown, singing
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.
~ From Twelfth Night, Act II Scene 3
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I love your postings of classic prose...I admit I am not familiar with the great Shakespeare's writings so I hope to read more in your snippets ♪ http://lauriekazmierczak.com/cloud-a-scope/
ReplyDeleteGreat creative post - and have a great weekend too!
ReplyDeleteTwelfth Night is one of my favorites. Loved the movie adaptation, too.
ReplyDeleteI don't know a lot of Shakespeare either, but enjoyed your post.
ReplyDeleteSuch a great post! Have a great week :)
ReplyDelete"In delay there lies no plenty"
ReplyDeleteI love that line.
This was a really clever and enlightening link for the letter C.
I forgot I ever even knew this poem!
Thank you!
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