1.
Take, O take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, like break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn;
‖: But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, though sealed in vain. :‖
2.
Hide, O hide those hills of snow
That thy frozen bosom bears,
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. :‖