A frightful exchange of metaphors took place between the maskers and the crowd.

“It is nothing to die. It is dreadful not to live.”

“Let us be like a bird for a moment perched On a frail branch when he sings;Thou…”

“I think of winter, which is nothing but a rift in the firmament through which t…”

“Unable to rid myself of it, since I heard your song humming ever in my head, be…”