William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
In Youth Is PleasureRobert Wever (fl. c. 1550)
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The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day,
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
And from her company I could not go—
But when I waked it was not so:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Of her alone to have a sight
Which is my joy and hartes delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.