"When lovely woman stoops to folly,And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her tears away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from ev'ry eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom is - to die."
Oliver Goldsmith - She Stoops to Conquer
(2001 Reading List)
"When lovely woman stoops to folly andPaces around her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
And puts a record on the gramaphone."
T.S.Eliot - The Waste Land
(2006 Reading List)
