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And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way in the which we go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.

When they told it unto David, he sent to meet them, because the men were greatly ashamed: and the king said, Tarry at Jericho until your beards be grown, and then return.

But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.

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

His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.

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

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

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

It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.

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

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

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.

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

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

When you see fair hair Be pitiful.

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.

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

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.