Poem for the day

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, Masks 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 ae but toys,
Thy shorten tedious nights.