by John Dryden (1631 - 1700)
Fair Iris and her swain
Language: English
Fair Iris and her swain, Were in a shady bow'r, Where Thyrsis long in vain Had sought the happy hour. At length his hand advancing Upon her snowy breast, He said: "Oh kiss me longer, And longer yet, and longer, If you will make me blest'. An easy yielding maid, By trusting is undone; Our sex is oft betrayed by granting love too soon. If you desire to gain me, Your suff'rings to redress, Prepare to love me longer, Before you shall posess. The little care you show Of all my sorrows past, Makes death appear too slow, And life too long to last. Fair Iris, kiss me kindly, In pity of my fate, and kindly still, and kindly Before it is too late. You fondly court your bliss, And no advances make, 'Tis not for maids to give, But 'tis for men to take: So you may kiss me kindly, And I will not rebel; But do not kiss and tell No never kiss and tell. And may I kiss you kindly? Yes, you may kiss me kindly, And you will not rebel? And I will not rebel But do not kiss and tell. Thus at the height we love and live, And fear not to be poor; We give and we give, Till we can give no more. But what today will take away, Tomorrow will restore.
Authorship:
- by John Dryden (1631 - 1700) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "Fair Iris and her swain", Z. 572 no. 11. [text verified 1 time]
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Line count: 44
Word count: 229