Is unto Love a sacrifice;
Or, by the merit of this pain,
Thou shalt the crown of martyrs gain!
Those hopes are, as thy passion, vain.
For when, by death, from these flames free,
To greater thou condemn'd shalt be,
And punish'd for idolatry,
10Since thou (Love's votary before
Whilst He was kind) dost him no more,
But, in his shrine, Disdain adore.