Fair 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 I 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 /> <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/fair-iris-i-love-and-hourly-i-die/
