The tyme of youthe is to be spent;
But vice in it shuld be forfent.
Pastymes ther be I nought treulye
Whych one may use, and vice denye;
And they be plesant to God and man,
Those shuld we covit wyn who can;
As featys of armys, and suche other
Wherby actyvenesse oon may utter.
Comparysons in them may lawfully be sett,
For therby corage is suerly owt fett:
Vertue it is then youth for to spend
In goode dysporttys whych it dothe fend.
More verses by Henry VIII, King of England
- Wherto Shuld I Expresse
- O My Hart!
- Passtime With Good Company
- Green Groweth The Holly
- Adieu Madam Et Ma Mastres