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Song From Amphitryon

 Air Iris I love, and hourly I die, 
But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye: 
She's fickle and false, and there we 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.

by John Dryden
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