We do not act. We play the witty parts,
And do not veil with curtains our decease.
It is a trifle of a comic piece?
We wear upon our sleeves our naked hearts?
—Pride is not on, for we are two, not three.
III.
But there’s the dialogue that must confuse.
It is not swift or brilliant otherwise.
We make a parody of paradise,
That it may fascinate, not to amuse.