The Love Sonnets of Proteus, To Manon, VII: On her Vanity

What are these things thou lovest ? Vanity.
To see men turn their heads when thou dost pass ;
To be the signboard and the looking-glass
Where every idler there may glut his eye ;
To hear men speak thy name mysteriously,
Wagging their heads. Is it for this, alas,
That thou hast made a placard of a face
On which the tears of love were hardly dry ?
What are these things thou lovest ? The applause
Of prostitutes at wit which is not thine ;
The sympathy of shop-boys who would weep
Their shilling's worth of woe in any cause,
At any tragedy. — Their tears and mine,
What difference ? Oh truly tears are cheap !