O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies

　　Of the sharp， enamelled eyes and the spectacled claws

　　Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face，

　　Gag of dumbstruck tree to block from bare enemies

　　The bayonet tongue in this undefended prayerpiece，

　　The present mouth， and the sweetly blown trumpet of lies，

　　Shaped in old armour and oak the countenance of a dunce

　　To shield the glistening brain and blunt the examiners，

　　And a tear-stained widower grief drooped from the lashes

　　To veil belladonna and let the dry eyes perceive

　　Others betray the lamenting lies of their losses

　　By the curve of the nude mouth or the laugh up the sleeve.