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