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ROBERT WEVER

c.1550

53                                          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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