It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief
could be assuaged by baldness.
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It is foolish to pluck out one's hair for sorrow, as if grief
could be assuaged by baldness.
[Lat., Stultum est in luctu capillum sibi evellere, quasi calvito
maeror levaretur.]

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

It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette,
It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet;
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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.

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

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

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

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

I pray thee let me and my fellow have
A hair of the dog that bit us last night.

I pray thee let me and my fellow have
A hair of the dog that bit us last night.

The little wind that hardly shook
The silver of the sleeping brook
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The little wind that hardly shook
The silver of the sleeping brook
Blew the gold hair about her eyes,--
A mystery of mysteries.
So he must often pause, and stoop,
An all the wanton ringlets loop
Behind her dainty ear--emprise
Of slow event and many sighs.

His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.

His hair stood upright like porcupine quills.

Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.

Gray hair is a sign of age, not of wisdom.