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Wear masks at night? Nay, when I saw your face,
Old but unwrinkled, topped with sunny ringlets,
Dear Lady OLDGARDE, while you made the pace,
And flitted like a fairy borne on winglets
From boy to boy, and flirted here and there
With that unchanging smile of rouged enamel,
I thought, "Since you are rich beyond compare,
And since the needle's eye doth bar the camel,
'Tis right perhaps that wealth should purchase youth,
And peaceful age become a ceaseless playtime;
Still, if you'd wear _two_ masks to hide the truth,
Oh, wear this last one always _in the daytime_."
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