Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит)

Stanzas on Woman

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?

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. 

1. From the Latin of Vida
2. On Seeing a Lady Perform a Certain Character
3. To G. C. and R. L.
4. The Logicians Refuted
5. Verses in Reply to an Invitation to Dinner at Dr. Baker's

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