William The Coroner’s Forensic Files

Tuesday, 6, January, 2009

What You Will

Filed under: Poetry — williamthecoroner @ 15:37

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.



  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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