Poem by Oliver Goldsmith

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. On Seeing a Lady Perform a Certain Character
2. From the Latin of Vida
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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