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, though sealed in vain.
Hide, O hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pink that grows,
Still as heaven’s highest greets the morn.
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, though sealed in vain.