“What is love? ’tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter.
What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no penalty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;
Youth stuff will not endure.”
Love by Shakespeare
“What is love? ’tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter.
What’s to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no penalty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty;
Youth stuff will not endure.”
By: Shakespeare (Twelfth Night)
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Shakespeare,
Twelfth Night,
Youth
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