Song From Amphitryon Poem by John Dryden

Song From Amphitryon

John Dryden 1631-1700

Air Iris I l0ve, and h0urly I die,
But n0t f0r a lip, N0r a languishing eye:
She’s fickle and false, and there we agree,
F0r I am as false and as fickle as she.
We neither believe what either can say;
And, neither believing, we neither betray.
‘Tis civil t0 swear, and say things 0f C0urse;
We mean n0t the taking f0r better 0r w0rse.
When present, we L0ve; when absent, agree:
I think N0t 0f Iris, N0r Iris 0f me.
The legend 0f L0ve N0 c0uple can find,
S0 easy t0 part, Or s0 equally j0in’d.