'Tis vayne to add a ring or gemme, <br />Your eare itselfe outpasseth them. <br /> <br /> <br />When idle words are passing here, <br />I warne and pull you by the eare. <br /> <br /> <br />This silken chayne stands wayting here <br />For golden tongues to tye on there. <br /> <br /> <br />Here silken twynes, there locks you see-- <br />Now tell me which the softer bee?<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-eare-stringe/
