I with a vizard-mask am born,
To show my face the world I scorn;
And though the curious searchers strive
Me of my vizard to deprive;
Although they bite their nails and frown,
Long as I can I’ll keep unknown,
Nor am I without cause this shy,
For when bold mortals me descry,
I at that very moment die.*
* Solutions to all riddles can be found at here.