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