Die Verbannten Kinder Eva's - Unquiet Thoughts

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