Winter Nights (Studio Version)

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...

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