The play is done; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompters bell A moment yet the actor stops And looks around to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task: And when hes laughed and said his say He shows, as he removes the mask, A face thats anything but gay.
Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barbers shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. Wait till you come to Forty Year.
The wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they come by their deserts; but who can tell the mischief which the very virtuous do?
Note 1. O. W. Holmes: The Professor at the Breakfast Table: I should like to see any kind of a man, distinguishable from a gorilla, that some good and even pretty woman could not shape a husband out of.
Bernard Shaw: Epistle Dedicatory to Man and Superman: The whole world is strewn with snares, traps, gins and pitfalls for the capture of men by women. [back]