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

But what can stay 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 togеther

How shall I then gaze on my mistrеss' 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