Song From Amphitryon
- FAIR 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.
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- John Dryden
- 1631-1700
- photo Sculpture by the Sea June 2011: grethe bachmann
2 comments:
That's an interesting look at "love." Relationships are so much easier when viewed this way. :)
Yes, He's special! I remember a Dryden-line "There is a pleasure sure in being mad which none but madmen know......." So I was prepared for something else from him. Someone could write a poem like this today.
Grethe
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