As French-men lose their haire: here was too hot staying for him.

These people weare no beards: they pull out the haire on their faces with little pinsons made for that purpose.

That I were quitt with loss of both my eares, although I cut my haire like a Lay Elder, too, To shew the naked conyholes!

For tho I could runne mad, and teare my haire, And kill that godlesse man that turn'd me vile; Though I am cheated by a perjurous Prince Who has done wickednesse at which even heaven Shakes when the Sunne beholds it; O yet I'de rather Ten thousand poyson'd ponyards stab'd my brest Then one should touch his: bloudy slave!

During the short time official duty has called me here, I have seen the really red haired, the freckled, and the almost white negro; and I have been astonished at the numbers of the mixed race, when compared with those of full color, and I have deeply deplored this stain upon our national morals; and the words of Dr. Channing have, thousands of times, been impressed on my mind, that "a slave country reeks with licentiousness."

I meane my haire and face, Boy.

For first they be Substantiae lucidae, And purer then mens bodies, like their soules, Which mens harsh haires both of their brest and chinne Occasioned by their grose and ruder heate Plainely demonstrats: Then like soules they doe, Movere corpora, for no power on Earth Moves a mans body, as a woman does.

For the men Ile not misse you a haire of their condition; and for the women I know 'em as well as if I had bene in their bellyes.

Sir, I hope ye are not offended, I assure ye I would be loath to offend the least haire of your caput, sissiput, or occiput.

But he no waie recomforted would be, Nor suffer solace to approach him nie, But, casting up a sdeinfull eie at me, That in his traunce I would not let him lie, 550 Did rend his haire, and beat his blubbred face, As one disposed wilfullie to die, That I sore griev'd to see his wretched case.

Why thus: ile presentlie shave off your haire, And dresse you in a lowlie shepheardes weede; Then you will seeme to have the carefull charge Of some wealth-bringing, rich, and fleecy flocke, And so passe currant from suspition.

No; me it frighted too; up stood my haire stiffe & on end.

Gallants, saving the Ceremonie, Stroke your haire up and admire, forsweare sacke.

But for my beard thou canst not counterfet And bring gray haires uppon thy downy chinne; White frostes are never seene in summers spring.

Tush, tush, these are toies; ile none of these Flipflaps, ile have no soping, no puffs, nor no Cobwebs, no busks, nor bumbarrels; thou shalt weare thine own haire & fine cloath of Sheep-skins, thy colour shall be Dowlas as white as a Lillie, ile kisse these chop-cheries; thou shalt goe Gossip at Shrovetide; look about to my Guests then.

[Kneeles to LEON, and discovers her haire.

What are those Fayries dressing up her haire, Whilst sweeter spirits dancing in her eyes Bewitcheth me to them?

This speech hath silver haires, and reverence askes, And sooner shall have duty done of me, Then any pompe in temperall Emperie.

there sits my wife kembing her haire, which curles like a witches felt-locks!