At the Play by Virna Sheard — Read

Just above the boxes and where the high lights fall / Looketh down a carven face from out the gilded wall.

Van Dyke beard and broidered ruff silently confess / That he lived -- and loved perchance -- in days of Good Queen Bess. / (Laces fine and linen sheer, curled and perfumed hair / Well became those gentlemen of gay, insouciant air.)