through a dark mirror
&
for my much-loved partners in the interplay of Light and Shadow
The Vanities
ConceitsFaire Vanity's Conceits - I
Good honest usage doth beget fine form
And simple, with an elegance of line --
But Fashion breeds a fey, unruly swarm
Of impish, impious conceits. Design
The face to suit the moment's whim; the hair
Imbue with gold, shape, stain or pluck, or add
Another's to thy own. Where swart, paint fair,
Add color to the pale. Be in rags clad
And think thyself a peer to princes who
Require no robe or jewel beside their grace
To be themselves. Pride, Vanity -- in sooth --
The host of sins that do beset our race --
These are the children of Dame Fashion's feast
Of passion, and her mating with the Beast!

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