William The Coroner’s Forensic Files

Tuesday, 6, January, 2009

What You Will

Filed under: Poetry — williamthecoroner @ 15:37

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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.

Feste, 12th Night Act II, Scene III

Another example of poetic persuasion. Marlowe did it best; his is the ultimate “Please, baby, please” poem, but Will isn’t bad, not bad at all.

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2 Comments »

  1. Do you know Donne’s “The Flea”? Or Marvell’s “To his Coy Mistress”?

    Great poems, but hard to imagine they’d be successful bar line poems.

    Comment by bardiac — Tuesday, 6, January, 2009 @ 19:29 | Reply

  2. You don’t hang out in the right bars, Bardiac.

    Comment by williamthecoroner — Tuesday, 6, January, 2009 @ 20:14 | Reply


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