Wear but one patch; but be that patch a mask.
The Dart.
Whene’er I look, I may descry
A little face peep through that eye;
Sure that’s the boy, who wisely chose
His throne among such beams as those,
Which, if his quiver chance to fall,
May serve for darts to kill withal.
To L——, the Miser.
When thou art asked to sup abroad,