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.
-- Shakespeare,Twelfth Night
Comment: By youth I take he means that which keeps breath!
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