"Now Winter Nights Enlarge" by Thomas Campian (1619). Lyric posted by ~librex-dozryc

by ~darlur, published on

     Now winter nights enlarge
     The number of their houres,
And clouds their storms discharge
     Upon the ayrie towres,
Let now the chimneys blaze
     And cups o'erflow with wine:
Let well-tun'd words amaze
     With harmonie divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
     Shall waite on hunny Love,
While youthfull Revels, Masks, and Courtly sights,
     Sleepes leaden spels remove.
     This time doth well dispence
     With lovers long discourse;
Much speech hath some defence,
     Though beauty no remorse.
All doe not all things well;
     Some measures comely tread;
Some knotted Ridles tell;
     Some poems smoothly read.
The Summer hath his joyes,
     And Winter his delights;
Though Love and all his pleasures are but toyes,
     They shorten tedious nights.