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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Robert Wever. c. 1550

45. 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.