Thomas Campion - Now winter nights enlarge - текст песни (слова)

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-tun'd 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.