Tell me you stars that our affections move, br Why made ye me that cruell one to love? br Why burnes my heart her scorned sacrifice, br Whose breast is hard as Chrystall, cold as Ice? br God of Desire! if all thy Votaries br Thou thus repay, succession will grow wise; br No sighs for incense at thy Shrine shall smoke, br Thy Rites will be despis'd, thy Altars broke.