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I live among the cold, the false, And I must seem like them; And such I am, for I am false As those I most condemn.

I teach my lip its sweetest smile, My tongue its softest tone; I borrow others' likeness, till Almost I lose my own.

I pass through flattery's gilded sieve, Whatever I would say; In social life, all, like the blind, Must learn to feel their way.