To Sir Simon Steward Of ash-heaps in the which ye use The year your cares that 's fled and gone. And harrow hang up resting now; And to the bagpipe all address, And thus, throughout, with Christmas plays ROBERT HERRICK NEW row winter nights enlarge And cups o'erflow with wine, 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 The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights. THOMAS CAMPION O shorten winter's sadness, Tsee where the nymphs with gladness Disguised all are coming Fa la. Whilst youthful sports are lasting Make grief and care our vassals. Fa la. For youth it well beseemeth That pleasure he esteemeth; And sullen age is hated That mirth would have abated. Fa la. UNKNOWN. III. THE DAMSEL DONN'D HER KIRTLE T SHEEN 'HE damsel donn'd her kirtle sheen; The hall was dress'd with holly green; Then open'd wide the baron's hall The Damsel donn'd her Kirtle Sheen The heir with roses in his shoes The vulgar game of post-and-pair. The fire with well-dried logs supplied Then the grim boar's-head frown'd on high, Well can the green-garb'd ranger tell At such high-tide her savoury goose. I12. The Damsel donn'd her Kirtle Sheen Then came the merry masquers in And carols roar'd with blithesome din; It was a hearty note and strong. White shirts supplied the masquerade, W year. SIR WALTER SCOTT WINTER WAS NOT UNKIND INTER was not unkind because uncouth His prison'd time made me a closer guest, Or say hath flaunting summer a device |