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Winter Nights

    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.

 
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