three madrigals for male choir

Take, o take those lips away,
That so sweetly [were]1 forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights [that]2 do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again;
Seals of love, [but]3 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.

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THRENOS
 Beauty, truth, and rarity,
 Grace in all simplicity,
 Here enclosed in cinders lie.

 Death is now the phoenix' nest;
 And the turtle's loyal breast
 To eternity doth rest,

 Leaving no posterity:
 'Twas not their infirmity,
 It was married chastity.

 Truth may seem, but cannot be;
 Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
 Truth and beauty buried be.

 To this urn let those repair
 That are either true or fair;
 For these dead birds sigh a prayer.

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass that 's broken presently:
  A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
  Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour.

And as goods lost are seld or never found,
As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh,
As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground,
As broken glass no cement can redress,
  So beauty blemish'd once 's for ever lost,
  In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.