Restles rest, and living dying.
6 Their eares hungrie of each word
Which the deare tongue would afford,
But their tongues restrained from walking,
Till their harts had ended talking.
7 But when their tongues could not speake,
Love it selfe did silence breake:
Love did set his lips asunder
Thus to speake in love and wonder.
8 Stella, Sovereigne of my joy,