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 A beard’s a bruh to wear the cravat, Such ornament befits a cat. Man’s honour is to be like women, Their chins hould both be mooth in common. Why have not women beards you’ll ay, Why is not midnight turn’d to day? A beard would overcat their charms, The moon is hid among the torms; If women, either old or young, Till haven, could they hold their tongue. Nature deny’d them beard and horn, Gave thoe the masc’line head t’adorn: Deliver me from horn and beard, I yield them glad to lord or laird; A beard will caue the women hate, And horns will make me claw my pate. A beard is bruh-wood on the face, A crop luxuriant of digrace: A downy beard betokens youth, A grey one age, uch is the truth; To be too young or yet too old, I fear would make my Miie cold; I am freed from my beard you’ll ay, That we ne’er meet again, I pray. Between