Sinopsis

On Her Vanity What are these things thou lovest? Vanity. To see men turn their heads when thou dost ; To be the signboard and the looking glass Where every idler there may glut his eye; To hear men speak thy name mysteriously, Wagging their heads. Is it for this, alas, That thou hast made a placard of a face On which the tears of love were hardly dry? What are these things thou lovest? The applause Of prostitutes at wit which is not thine; The sympathy of shop-boys who would weep Their shilling's worth of woe in any cause, At any tragedy.--Their tears and mine, What difference? Oh truly tears are cheap!