When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy,
What art can wash he guilt away?
The Vicar of Wakefield.
Oliver Goldsmith 1728 - 1774.
4.02.2007
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A little hobby of mine; which gives me a strange feeling of satisfaction; mainly upon discovery. Displaced from their original context I would imagine they seem obscure. Much of the revelevance of the quote and the significance of the use of the word folly is lost. Yet still I persist; and this blog provides me with a means of storage and arrangement.
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