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ROBERT WEVER

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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,

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.