“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 do n't remain single for my sake Who can n't perform that task.

I have no heart?— Perhaps I have not; But then you're mad to take offence That I do n't give you what I have not got: Use your own common sense.

Let bygones be bygones: Do n'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 pleasant days no more, Song-birds of passage, days of youth: Catch at to-day, 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 do n't keep in view ulterior ends, And points not understood

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.