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FROM ‘THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD'
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.