This poem makes people linger and forget to return.
The climax of "too horny and too easy"
"Twelfth Night" by William Shakespeare:
O misstress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear; your ture love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further ,pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Ev'ry wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth bath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's stuff will not endure.
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