Air Iris I love, and hourly I die, br But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye: br She's fickle and false, and there we agree, br For I am as false and as fickle as she. br We neither believe what either can say; br And, neither believing, we neither betray. br 'Tis civil to swear, and say things of course; br We mean not the taking for better or worse. br When present, we love; when absent, agree: br I think not of Iris, nor Iris of me. br The legend of love no couple can find, br So easy to part, or so equally join'd.