O that I should drink!
Of the kisses of your mouth,
Your love–on and on
the long: “Twelfth Night,” act II, scene 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? ’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.
At Carpe Diem we are “distilling” our own haiku from this longer poem by Shakespeare.
That’s the short and long of it.