Tell Me, What Needs Those Rich Deceits, These Golden Toils, And Trammel Nets, To Take Thine Hairs When They Are Known Already Tame, And All Thine Own? 'Tis I Am Wild, And More Than Hairs Deserve These Meshes And Those Snares. Set Free Thy Tresses, Let Them Flow As Airs Do Breathe Or Winds Do Blow: And Let Such Curious Net-Works Be Less Set For Them Than Spread For Me.