In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
 The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day;
 I dreamed 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 wak'd it was not so:
 In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Therefore my heart is surely pight
 Of her alone to have a sight,
 Which is my joy and heart's delight:
 In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.