What Is Love? 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. Twelfth Night Act II, Scene III

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