Mirror Bemused
From out of the mirror that I face
Seems the witch’s spell it has been graced
For the image it doth displace
Is not for want of more beauty’s place
Mind perplexed to know its truth
For ages scourge is bemused
Lost are the natural traces to give glues
That this body’s warrant is due
To whom is the advantage gained?
When from eyes of others glance it remains