ON HER VANITY <br />What are these things thou lovest? Vanity. <br />To see men turn their heads when thou dost pass; <br />To be the signboard and the looking--glass <br />Where every idler there may glut his eye; <br />To hear men speak thy name mysteriously, <br />Wagging their heads. Is it for this, alas, <br />That thou hast made a placard of a face <br />On which the tears of love were hardly dry? <br />What are these things thou lovest? The applause <br />Of prostitutes at wit which is not thine; <br />The sympathy of shop--boys who would weep <br />Their shilling's worth of woe in any cause, <br />At any tragedy.--Their tears and mine, <br />What difference? Oh truly tears are cheap!<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-i-to-manon-vii/
