SONG FROM AMPHITRYON

by: John Dryden

      AIR Iris I love, and hourly I die,
      But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye:
      She's fickle and false, and there we agree,
      For I am as false and as fickle as she.
      We neither believe what either can say;
      And, neither believing, we neither betray.
      'Tis civil to swear, and say things of course;
      We mean not the taking for better or worse.
      When present, we love; when absent, agree:
      I think not of Iris, nor Iris of me.
      The legend of love no couple can find,
      So easy to part, or so equally join'd.

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