"You manufacture, with the aid of unguents, a false head of hair, and your bald and dirty skull is covered with dyed locks. There is no need to have a hairdresser for your head. A sponge, Phæbus, would do the business better."

"You collect your straggling hairs on each side, Marinus, endeavoring to conceal the vast expanse of your shining bald pate by the locks which still grow on your temples. But the hairs disperse, and return to their own place with every gust of wind; flanking your bare poll on either side with crude tufts. We might imagine we saw Hermeros of Cydas standing between Speudophorus and Telesphorus. Why not confess yourself an old man? Be content to seem what you really are, and let the barber shave off the rest of your hair. There is nothing more contemptible than a bald man who pretends to have hair."

"The very hairs of your head are all numbered."

"Munditiis capimur: non sine lege capillis."

"Her head was bare; But for her native ornament of hair; Which in a simple knot was tied above, Sweet negligence, unheeded bait of love!"

"Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair."

"It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette, It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet; 'Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist, 'Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed— 'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet."

"And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair."

"When you see fair hair Be pitiful."

"She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair."

"Tresses, that wear Jewels, but to declare How much themselves more precious are."

"His head, Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er, Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, But strong for service still, and unimpair'd."

"An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care."

"Within the midnight of her hair, Half-hidden in its deepest deeps."

"Certum est enim: longos esse crines omnibus sed breves sensus mulieribus."

"Stultum est in luctu capillum sibi evellere, quasi calvitio mæror levaretur."

"Those curious locks so aptly twin'd, Whose every hair a soul doth bind."

"And though it be a two-foot trout, 'Tis with a single hair pulled out."

"Dear, dead women, with such hair, too—what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms?"

"His hair stood upright like porcupine quills."

"And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair."

"“Change it [white hair] with something but avoid black” (5244)... “The Jews and Christians do not dye their hair, so oppose them” (5245)."

"I find that the whiter my hair becomes the more ready people are to believe what I say."

"Her hair reminds of a warm, safe place Where as a child I'd hide, And wait for the thunder and the rain To quietly pass me by."

"Judas: Woman, your fine ointment, brand new and expensive Could have been saved for the poor Why has it been wasted? We could have raised maybe Three hundred silver pieces or more People who are hungry, people who are starving Matter more than your feet and hair."

"Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air."

"Beware of her fair hair, for she excels All women in the magic of her locks; And when she winds them round a young man's neck, She will not ever set him free again."

"Bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave."