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, though sealed in vain.

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.