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