| ‘Put off that mask of burning gold |
| With emerald eyes.’ |
| ‘O no, my dear, you make so bold |
| To find if hearts be wild and wise, |
| And yet not cold.’ |
| ‘I would but find what’s there to find, |
| Love or deceit.’ |
| ‘It was the mask engaged your mind, |
| And after set your heart to beat, |
| Not what’s behind.’ |
| ‘But lest you are my enemy, |
| I must enquire.’ |
| ‘O no, my dear, let all that be; |
| What matter, so there is but fire |
| In you, in me?’ |