Carpe A Dime 

O mistress mine, can you smell

what flower I have sniffed where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! Use that beak of yours to sniff with I your true-love's coming
That can singe the flowers with his breathe both high and low;
Trip no further, get off that acid stop smoking hash and blowing weed pretty sweeting,
Journey's end is soberly perused in lovers' meeting--
Every wise mothere doth know. What is love? 'tis not hereafter for the body partes change out in Heaven;
Present mirth hath present laughter odeur lime green of flowere steme;
What's to come is still uncertain smells in stormy whether you can sniff:
In delay there lies no plenteous snorting snuff,--
Then come sniff me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a smell will not endure.

William CharlaX Shakespeare