The Vicar of Wakefield
Oliver Goldsmith

253) When lovely woman stoops to folly and
254) Paces about her room again, alone,
255) She smooths her hair with automatic hand,
256) And puts a record on the gramophone.

• 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.