No Thank You John

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.