But long lashes veil a light,
That had else been all too bright.
Hood.
19. Ne in her speach, ne in her haviour
Is lightnesse seene, or looser vanitie;
But gratious womanhood and gravitie,
Above the reason of her youthly yeares.
Her golden locks she roundly doth uptye,
In braided trammels, that ne looser heares
Do out of order stray about her daintie eares.