Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stint And wraps your wrongs within Your wrongs within a pensive heart And you my tongue that makes my mouth a mint And stamps my thoughts to coin My thoughts to coin them words by art Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stint And wraps your wrongs within Your wrongs within a pensive heart And you my tongue that makes my mouth a mint And stamps my thoughts to coin My thoughts to coin them words by art But what can stay my thoughts My thoughts they may not start Or put my tongue in durance for to die When as these These eyes, the keys of mouth and heart Open the lock where all my love doth lie How shall I then gaze on Then gaze on my mistress eyes? My thought must have some vent, else my heart will break My tongue would Would rust as Rust as in my mouth it lies If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speak Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stint And wraps your wrongs within Your wrongs within a pensive heart And you my tongue that makes my mouth a mint And stamps my thoughts to coin My thoughts to coin them words by art But what can stay my thoughts My thoughts they may not start Or put my tongue in durance for to die? When as these These eyes, the keys of mouth and heart Open the lock where all my love doth lie How shall I then gaze on Then gaze on my mistress eyes? My thought must have some vent, else my heart will break My tongue would Would rust as Rust as in my mouth it lies If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speak