Now winter nights enlarge br This number of their hours; br And clouds their storms discharge br Upon the airy towers. br Let now the chimneys blaze br And cups o'erflow with wine, br Let well-tuned words amaze br With harmony divine. br Now yellow waxen lights br Shall wait on honey love br While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights br Sleep's leaden spells remove. br br This time doth well dispense br With lovers' long discourse; br Much speech hath some defense, br Though beauty no remorse. br All do not all things well: br Some measures comely tread, br Some knotted riddles tell, br Some poems smoothly read. br The summer hath his joys, br And winter his delights; br Though love and all his pleasures are but toys br They shorten tedious nights.