This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Notwithstanding my experiments with electricity the thunderbolt continues to fall under our noses and beards; and as for the tyrant, there are a million of us still engaged at snatching away his sceptre.
Oldmenand cometshavebeenreverenced for thesame reason; their long beards, and pretences to foretell events.jonathan swift
'T is merry in hallWhere beards wag all.thomas tusser
Tarry at Jericho until your beards be grown.