Take, o take those lips away

Take, o take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworn;

And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn:

But my kisses bring again;

Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, sealed in vain.

Hide, o hide those hills of snow

that thy frozen bosom wears,

On whose tops the pinks that grow

are yet of those that April wears;

But first set my poor heart free,

Bound in those icy chains by thee.