And some grow upwards in despite their nose.
Some their mustachios of such length do keep,
That very well they may a manger sweep!
Which in beer, ale, or wine, they drinking plunge,
And suck the liquor up as ’twere a sponge;
But ’tis a sloven’s beastly Pride, I think,
To wash his beard when other men may drink.
And some (because they will not rob the cup)
Their upper chaps like pot-hooks are turned up.
The Barbers, thus, (like Tailors) still must be