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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
 
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<poem>
Now winter nights enlarge
Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their hours,
The number of their hours,
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And winter his delights;
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights.
They shorten tedious nights.}}
</poem>
 


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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-04-25).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 14 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Now winter nights enlarge
Composer: Thomas Campion

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: S

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo

Published: 1617

Description: No. 5 from The Third Booke of Ayres

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Original text and translations

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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.