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CLXXV
[When lovely woman stoops to folly]
When lovely woman stoops to folly
And finds too late that men betray,—
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?
And finds too late that men betray,—
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover
And wring his bosom, is—to die.
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover
And wring his bosom, is—to die.
O. Goldsmith
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