Doth dwell so near the tongue,
That her silence in the beards defence
May do her neighbour wrong.
Now a beard is a thing that commands in a king,
Be his sceptre ne’er so fair:
Where the beard bears 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-thatcht face is a comely grace,