Fair Robin I Love

Fair Robin I love and hourly die,

But not for a lip, nor a languishing eye;

He's fickle and false, and there we agree,

For I am as false and as fickle as he.

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 Robin, nor Robin of me.

The legend of love no couple can find,

So easy to part or so easily joined.