And fashions such a throng,
That it is very hard to handle a beard,
Tho’ it be never so long.
The Roman T, in its bravery,
Both first itself disclose,
But so high it turns, that oft it burns
With the flames of a torrid nose.
The stiletto-beard, oh, it makes me afear’d,
It is so sharp beneath,
For he that doth place a dagger in ’s face,