But have you left no lovers at your home,
Who may pursue you here?
Hilar.No, madam, none—
We’re homely ladies, as no doubt you see,
And we have never fished for lover’s love—
We smile at girls who deck themselves with gems,
False hair, and meretricious ornaments,
To chain the fleeting fancy of a man;
But do not imitate them. What we have
Of hair is all our own—our color, too,