Cease, o my sad Soul

Cease, O my sad soul, cease to mourn!

I see my love and faith are paid

With nothing but disdain and scorn,

And I to my grief am betray'd,

O, then if she remain

Still so unkind,

I may as well complain

Unto the wind.

Tell me, O Nature, tell me why

Thou did'st create women so fair?

Or why did'st give them cruelty,

To drive men daily to despair?

Unhappy is his fate

That truly loves,

Yet undeserved hate

His guardian proves.