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John Dryden - Fair Iris I Love And Hourly I Die
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Fair Iris I love and hourly I die,
But not for a lip nor a languishing eye:
She`s fickle and false, and there I 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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