The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,
They shorten tedious nights.


Third Book of Airs (1617), XII


The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.

The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.

The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.

The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.