Songs in the Play. A Lover in the disguise of an Amazon, is dearly beloved of his Mistresse.

CEase thou afflicted soule to mourne,
Whose love and faith are paid with scorne;
For I am starv'd that feele the blisses
Of deare embraces, smiles, and kisses
From my soules Jdoll, yet complaine
Of equall love more then disdaine.

Cease, Beauties exile to lament
The frozen shades of banishment,
For I in that faire bosome dwell
That is my Paradise, and Hell;
Banisht at home, at once at ease
In the safe Port, and tost on Seas.

Cease in cold jealous seares to pine
Sad wretch, whom Rivals undermine;
For though I hold lockt in mine armes
My lifes sole joy, a Traytors charmes
Prevaile, whilst I may onely blame
My selfe, that myne owne Rivall am,