Ihave eyes like a bullfrog, a neck like anostrich and long, limp hair.You just have to be good to survive with that equipment.

-Davis, Bette originally Ruth Elizabeth Davis
Attributed.

‚Pero la verdad es que estoy cansada, horriblemente cansada de ser la esposa femenina de ese animal masculino que se rasca, pierde el pelo sistema¤  ticamente y canta tangos pasados de moda!† Quisiera†quisiera engordar, fumar un puro y enviudar de una manera indolora y elegante. The truth is, I'm tired, frightfully tired of being the feminine spouse to the masculine animal who scratches himself, systematically loses his hair and sings outdated tangos!† I'd like† I'd like to get fat, to smoke cigars and to become a widow in a painless and elegant fashion.

-D|¤  az,Jorge
El cepillo de dientes ( The Toothbrush), act1.

Stand on the highest pavement of the stairö Lean on a garden urnö Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  Prufrock and Other Observations,'La Figlia Che Piange'.

When lovely woman stoops to follyand Paces about her room again, alone, She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone. See Goldsmith 361:47.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  The Waste Land, pt.3,'The Fire Sermon'.

I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair, Floating, like a vapour, on the soft summer air.

-Foster, Stephen Collins
  'Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair'.

Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air.

-Gray,Thomas
  The Bard.  A Pindaric Ode, l.19^20.

   Who says that fictions onlyand false hair Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? Is all good structure in a winding stair?

-Herbert, George
'Jordan (1)', collected in The Temple, Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations (published posthumously,1633).

Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrist? And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? And wherefore ishewearing such a conscience-stricken air? Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.

-Housman, A(lfred) E(dward)
'Additional Poems', no.18, in Collected Poems (1939).

'Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his; In the good old time 'twas hanging for the colour that it is; Though hanging isn't bad enough and flaying would be fair For the nameless and abominable colour of his hair.

-Housman, A(lfred) E(dward)
'Additional Poems', no.18, in Collected Poems (1939).

She stands an instant in the sun Athwart her harsh land's red and greenö Hands of a serf, and warrior eyes Of some flame-sceptred Irish queen. † As if she does not care that life Has reft the jewels from her hairö But grieves that menial needs and base Were those that left her palace bare.

-Hyde, Robin pseudonym of IrisGuiver Wilkinson
  The Godwits Fly, ch.23. This poem is an adaptation of 'The Farmer's Wife', first published in The Desolate Star (1929).

A man of your head and hair should owe more to that reverend ceremony, and not mountthemarriage bed like atown-bull, ora mountain-goat; but stay the dueseason and ascend it then with religion and fear.

-Jonson, Ben
^10  Epicoene, act 3, sc.5.

Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeleine's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory like a saint: She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven.

-Keats,John
  Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St.  Agnes and Other Poems,'The Eve of St.  Agnes', stanza 25.

Presently I shall be introduced as 'this venerable old gentleman'and the axe will fall when they raise meto the degreeof 'grandoldman'.Thatmeansonourcontinentany onewithsnow-whitehair whohaskeptoutof jailtill eighty.

-Leacock, Stephen Butler
  My Remarkable Uncle,'Three Score and Ten'.

   When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye; The Gods, that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.

-Lovelace, Richard
  Lucasta,'To  Althea, from Prison'.

Amarantha sweet and fair, Ah braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye, Hovering round thee let it fly.

-Lovelace, Richard
  Lucasta,'To  Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair'.

I met ayont the cairney A lass wi' tousled hair Singin'till a bairnie That was nae langer there.

-Grieve
  Penny  Wheep,'Empty Vessel', stanza1.

Something of glass about her, of dead water, Chills and holds us, Far more fatal than painted flesh or the lodestone of live hair This despair of crystal brilliance.

-MacNeice, (Frederick) Louis
  Poems,'Circe'.

Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse; Were it not better done as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th'abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.

-Milton,John
  Lycidas, l.64^76.

Sculpture in stone should look honestly like stone†to make it look like flesh and blood, hair and dimples is coming down to the level of the stage conjuror.

-Moore, Henry Spencer
  In the Architectural  Association Journal.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.

-Plath, Sylvia
  'Lady Lazarus', published posthumously byTed Hughes (Ariel,1965).