Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Robert Wever. c. 155045. In Youth is Pleasure
IN a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay, | |
The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day, | |
I dreamèd fast of mirth and play: | |
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. | |
Methought I walked still to and fro, | 5 |
And from her company I could not go— | |
But when I waked it was not so: | |
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. | |
Therefore my hart is surely pyght | |
Of her alone to have a sight | 10 |
Which is my joy and hartes delight: | |
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. |