Robert Wever

"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."

"In a herber grene, a slope where as I laye The byrdes sang swete in the myddes of the daye I dreamed fast of myrth and play In youth is pleasur, in youth is pleasure.Me thought I walked stil 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.Therfore my harte is surely pyght. Of her alone to haue a sight. Whiche is my joy and hartes delyght, In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure."