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Love?
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.
Twelfth Night, II: 3
Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. . .
Comments on this journal
my uncle writes a lot of poetry his so good at it too, its all about life, love, women, beauty, nature, GOD, kings, punishments,,,, in fact he writes so much that on his borthday i buy him a pen and that lasts only a few weeks!!!
"Sapias, vina liques, et spatio brevi spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero."
"Be wise, strain the wine; and since life is brief, prune back far-reaching hopes. Even while we speak, envious time has passed: Snatch the day; trust as little as possible in tomorrow."