C13 Chapter 12

'Journeys end. Journeys end, wait a minute'

He unfolded a paper and started reading,

Journeys end in lovers meeting,

Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? ‘It’s not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies not plenty;

Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure