Make our faces vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.

“Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edg…”

“I will desist;...But there is something glows upon my cheek,And whispers in min…”

“What must be shall be.”

“do you think I ameasier to be played on than a pipe? Call me whatinstrument you…”