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Loves ingratitude.

Take, O take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
& those eys that break of days,
Light that do mislead the morn;
But my kisses bring again
Seals of love though seals in vain.
Hide, O hide those Hils of Snow
That thy frozen Blossome 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 Chaines by thee.