Epigram 14 (Here lies a bounch of haire deepe falowed,)

Here lies a bounch of haire deepe falowed,
Of fayre long hayre, trilling a downe the brest,
With goodly flakes and peakes; now all is dead.
The shaking, and the count'nance, and the crest.
Now death of mooches hath dissolude that twynn,
And seased on that goodly sett of hayre.
And marde the order of that famous chynn,
With his posteritie alone so fayre,
Which to posteritie I will commende.
Heere lies a beard, and Psillus at the ende.