1.
Unquiet thoughts your civil slaughter stint
and wrap your wrongs within a pensive heart
and you my tongue that makes my mouth a mint
and stamps my thoughts to coin them words by art
Be still for if you ever do the like
I`ll cut the string that makes the hammer strike.

2.
But what can slay my thoughts they may not start
or put my tongue in durance for to die?
When as these eyes the keys of mouth and heart
Open the lock where all my love doth lie;
I`ll seal them up within their lids for ever
So thoughts and words and looks shall die together

3.
How shall I then gaze on my mistress` eyes?
My thoughts must have some vent else heart will break.
My tongue would rust as in my mouth it lies
If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speak.
Speak then and tell the passions of desire;
Which turns mine eyes to floods my thoughts to fire.