How can thy chin that burden bear?
Is it all gravity to shock?
Is it to make the people stare?
And be thyself a laughing stock?
When I behold thy little feet
After thy beard obsequious run,
I always fancy that I meet
Some father followed by his son.
A man like thee scarce e'er appear'd--
A beard like thine--where shall we find it?
Surely thou cherishest thy beard
In hope to hide thyself behind it.
_Isaai, Ben Khalif_.