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The moment that you had pronounced him one,
Presto! his face changed, and he was another;
And when that change was hardly well put on,
It varied, till I don't think his own mother
(If that he had a mother) would her son
Have known, he shifted so from one to t'other;
Till guessing from a pleasure grew a task,
At this epistolary “Iron Mask.”
Presto! his face changed, and he was another;
And when that change was hardly well put on,
It varied, till I don't think his own mother
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Have known, he shifted so from one to t'other;
Till guessing from a pleasure grew a task,
At this epistolary “Iron Mask.”
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