Song From Amphitryon by John Dryden 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.
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Song From Amphitryon by John Dryden 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. 

Song From Amphitryon by John Dryden
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.

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Veni, Creator Spiritus by John Dryden Creator Spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit ev'ry pious mind; Come, pour thy joys on human kind; From sin, and sorrow set us free; And make thy temples worthy Thee.  O, Source of uncreated Light, The Father's promis'd Paraclete! Thrice Holy Fount, thrice Holy Fire, Our hearts with heav'nly love inspire; Come, and thy Sacred Unction bring To sanctify us, while we sing!  Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Rich in thy sev'n-fold energy! Thou strength of his Almighty Hand, Whose pow'r does heav'n and earth command: Proceeding Spirit, our Defence, Who do'st the gift of tongues dispence, And crown'st thy gift with eloquence!  Refine and purge our earthly parts; But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts! Our frailties help, our vice control; Submit the senses to the soul; And when rebellious they are grown, Then, lay thy hand, and hold 'em down.  Chase from our minds th' Infernal Foe; And peace, the fruit of love, bestow; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect, and guide us in the way.  Make us Eternal Truths receive, And practise, all that we believe: Give us thy self, that we may see The Father and the Son, by thee.  Immortal honour, endless fame, Attend th' Almighty Father's name: The Saviour Son be glorified, Who for lost Man's redemption died: And equal adoration be, Eternal Paraclete, to thee. Song From Amphitryon by John Dryden 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. Song To A Fair Young Lady Going Out Of Town In The Spring by John Dryden Ask not the cause why sullen spring So long delays her flow'rs to bear; Why warbling birds forget to sing, And winter storms invert the year? Chloris is gone; and Fate provides To make it spring where she resides.
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