The Twin Masks

Now don thy mask of comedy, in which cheer might smite the tragic sense. Now don thy mask of laughs and joy for now the worlds at last your toy, make merry now the hopeful soul. Dont let it fall to saddness so. Now smile and play with mirthful delight, don't fall to man the envious blight.

Now don thy mask of tragedy, inwhich saddness smite the comedic sense. Now don thy mask of gloom and dispair for now the worlds at last your affair, make dreary now the saddened soul. Dont let it rise to cheerful play. Now frown and cry with sombre might, don't fall to man the earthly delight