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Random Poem of the Day

1When lovely woman stoops to folly,
2   And finds too late that men betray,
3What charm can sooth her melancholy,
4   What art can wash her guilt away?
5The only art her guilt to cover,
6   To hide her shame from every eye,
7To give repentance to her lover,
8   And wring his bosom -- is to die.