Robert Wever

In Youth is Pleasure

In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay,
The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day,
I dreamàd fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro,
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
Which is my joy and hartes delight:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.



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