Shall inquire of its truth, and shall ask, "Is it so?"
Instead of implying assent by your laughter,
Would you kindly oblige me by answering, "No"?
I recognise freely your marvellous kindness
In allowing your name to be linked with my own.
Maybe it is only incurable blindness
To your charms that compels me to let them alone.
But if with reports I am still to be harried,
I've thoroughly made up my mind what to do;
Just to settle it all, I shall shortly be married,