Hidden by old age awhile
In masker's cloak and hood,
Each hating what the other loved,
Face to face we stood:
"That I have met with such," said he,
"Bodes me little good."

"Let others boast their fill," said I,
"But never dare to boast
That such as I had such a man
For lover in the past;
Say that of living men I hate
Such a man the most."

"A loony'd boast of such a love,"
He in his rage declared:
But such as he for such as me -- 
Could we both discard
This beggarly habiliment -- 
Had found a sweeter word.