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When lovely woman stoops to folly And finds

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. .

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