I never said I loved you,
John: Why will you tease me day by day,
And wax a weariness to think upon With always "do" and "pray"?
You Know I never loved you,
John; No fault of mine made me your toast:
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan As shows an hour-old ghost?
I dare say Meg or Moll would take Pity upon you, if you'd ask:
And pray don't remain single for my sake Who can't perform the task.
I have no heart?-Perhaps I have not; But then you're mad to take
That don't give you what I have not got: Use your common sense.
Let bygones be bygones: Don't call me false, who owed not to be true:
I'd rather answer "No" to fifty Johns Than answer "Yes" to you.
Let's mar our plesant days no more, Song-birds of passage, days of youth:
Catch at today, forget the days before: I'll wink at your untruth.
Let us strike hands as hearty friends; No more, no less; and friendship's good:
Only don't keep in veiw ulterior ends,
And points not
In open treaty.
Rise above Quibbles and shuffling off and on:
Here's friendship for you if you like; but love,- No, thank you,
John.
