Be his sceptre ne’er so fair;
When the beard wears the sway, the people obey,
And are subject to a hair.
“’Tis a princely sight and a grave delight
That adorns both young and old;
A well thatch’d face is a comely grace,
And a shelter from the cold.”
Even our playing cards look the better for the beards; how richly are the kings furnished—what a winning aspect it gives them.
“Behold four kings, in majesty revered,
With hoary whiskers and a forked beard.”