The Indifferent LOV[ER]
OR,
The Roving Batchel[or.]
To a Pleasant new Tune, Sung in the last new Comedy, called Amphytri[on.]
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FOr Iris I sigh and hourly Dye, but not for a Lip nor a languishing Eye; S[he's fickle and false]
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and there we agree, Oh! these are the Vertues that captivate me: We ne[ither believe what]
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either can say, and neither believing, we neither betray.
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(2)
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'Tis civil to swear and say things of Course,
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We mean not the taking for better for worse,
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When present we love, when absent agree,
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I think not of Iris nor Iris of me;
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The Legend of Love, no Couple can find,
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So easie to part, and so easily joyn'd.
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(3)
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I like not that Lover who'll whimpering stand,
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And wait a whole day to kiss Celias fair hand,
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No Beauty i' th' Town, tho' ten times as fair,
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Can ever, can ever with Celia Compare:
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How happy am I, who hourly find,
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Those fair as his Celia, as Iris kind.
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(4)
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I am still in the Fashion, or Mode-a-la-France,
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I think not upon her, unless by a chance,
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Iris when present I fancy the best,
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When absent I praise her no more then the rest:
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Iris and Phillis to me are all one;
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So soon I can love, and as soon can have done.
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(5)
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I can love for an hour, fair Celia and then,
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I am Cloy'd of the Bliss, and Love Iris agen,
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Till tyered of Happiness I do depart,
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Go the next way and give Phillis my Heart:
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Till Cleo appears, whose delicate Eye,
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For an hour or two makes me languishing lye.
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(6)
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I love all I see when just in the fit,
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Yet can in a Moment my Mistriss forget,
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Now Languish, now Love, now sigh and com-plain
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Now love her, now hate her, and love her again.
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I admire the Charms in Celias fair face,
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Till Phillis appears to take up her place.
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(7)
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But of all the Beauties were ever admir'd,
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Whose Company many fond Fops have desir'd,
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Whose every Charm in their Faces so takes,
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That several Coxcombs have dy'd for their sakes;
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I never see any whose faces could Charm,
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So much by their Smiles or Frowns for to harm.
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(8)
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If Iris Loves me, then I can Love her,
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If she loves me not, then I can prefer,
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Another before her; Or her 'fore another,
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For I can Love one as well as the other;
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My passion to all alike I'll discover,
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And always remain an indifferent Lover.
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