Song: Since My Words, Though Ne'er So Tender

SINCE my words, though ne'er so tender,
With sincerest truth exprest.
Cannot make your heart surrender.
Nor so much as warm your breast :
What will move the springs of nature ?
What will make you think me true ?
Tell me, thou mysterious creature,
Tell poor Strephon what will do.
Do not, Charmion, rack your lover
Thus, by seeming not to know
What so plainly all discover.
What his eyes so plainly show.
Fair-one, 'tis yourself deceiving,
'Tis against your Reason's laws :

Atheist-like (th' effect deceiving)
Still to disbelieve the cause.