NOW winter nights enlarge       The number of their hours,     And clouds their storms discharge       Upon the airy towers.     Let now the chimneys blaze       And cups o'erflow with wine;     Let well-tuned words amaze       With harmony divine.     Now yellow waxen lights       Shall wait on honey love, While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights       Sleep's leaden spells remove.

    This time doth well dispense       With lovers' long discourse;     Much speech hath some defence,       Though beauty no remorse.     All do not all things well;       Some measures comely tread,     Some knotted riddles tell,       Some poems smoothly read.     The summer hath his joys,       And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,       They shorten tedious nights.