Unquiet Thoughts - Die Verbannten Kinder Evas

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.

But what can stay my thoughts they may not start

Or put my tongue in dura-ance for to die.

When as these the keys of mouth and heart,

Open the lock where all my love doth lie.

How shall I then gaze on my mistress eyes?

My thought must have some vent: else my heart will break.

My tongue would rust as in my mouth it lies.

If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speak.