THE COQUETTE, AND AFTER

For long the cruel wish I knew That your free heart should ache for me While mine should bear no ache for you; For long the cruel wish I knew How men can feel, and craved to view My triumph—fated not to be For long the cruel wish I knew That your free heart should ache for me

At last one pays the penalty - The woman—women always do. My farce, I found, was tragedy At last one pays the penalty - With interest when one, fancy-free, Learns love, learns shame . . . Of sinners two At last one pays the penalty - The woman—women always do.