Tribute To Oliver Goldsmith Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Tribute to O.Goldsmith

When a lovely woman stoops to folly
and finds too late that men betray.
What can cure her melancholy?
what can wash her guilt away?

Oliver Goldsmith

When a lovely woman stoops to folly
then she alone must bear the shame.
She had her fling but now by golly
she finds that she has lost the game.

And finds too late that men betray.
It was her choice she took her
her lust with no delay
and joined him in the oldest dance.

What can cure her melancholy?
Except perhaps a new affair
another essay into folly.
Has she the courage will she dare.

What can wash her guilt away?
She can pretend to innocence
What no one knows no one can say.
Her silence is her best defence.

18-Feb-08