Fair Iris I love, and hourly I die,
But not for a li, nor languishing eye:
She is fickle and false, and there we agree.
But I am as false and as fickle as she
We neither belive 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 joined.