Here you will find thePoemAn Eare-Stringeof poet William Strode
'Tis vayne to add a ring or gemme, Your eare itselfe outpasseth them. When idle words are passing here, I warne and pull you by the eare. This silken chayne stands wayting here For golden tongues to tye on there. Here silken twynes, there locks you see-- Now tell me which the softer bee?
