From “Twelfth Night,” Act II. Sc. 3.

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? ’t is not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;...