"For as much as man is naturally prone. To evil from his youth, as scripture doth recite, It is necessary that he be spedely withdrawen, Frome concupiscence of syn, his naturall appetite, And ordre to bryng up youth, Ecclesiasticus doth writ[e], An untamed horse, wyl be harde saith he, And a wanton chylde wilfull wyl be."
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Modernised text:For as much as man is naturally prone To evil from his youth, as Scripture doth recite, It is necessary that he be speedily withdrawn From concupiscence of sin, his natural appetite: An order to bring up youth Ecclesiasticus doth write, An untamed horse will be hard, saith he, And a wanton child wilful will be.
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Robert Wever
Robert Wever (fl. c. 1550) was an English poet of the 16th century about whom little biographical information has survived. His poem, often titled by its refrain, "In Youth is Pleasure", from his only known work An Enterlude called Lusty Juventus (1557), is a popular and remembered anthology piece, and has been several times set to music.
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