Song: Fair Iris I love and hourly I die

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.