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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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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Thomas Campion

Thomas Campion sometimes Campian was an English composer poet and physician Campion was first published as a poet in 1591 with five of his works appearing in an edition of Sir Philip Sidneys Astrophel and Stella more…

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