Now winter nights enlarge
	This 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 defense,
	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.