She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
--- John Dryden, Persius.
Give me a look, give me a face,
That makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free, -
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Than all the adulteries of art:
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
---Ben Jonson, Epicoene Or the Silent Woman.
Those curious locks so aptly twin'd,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind.
---Thomas Carew
Tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied her raven ringlets in;
But not alone in the silken snare
Did she catch her lovely floating hair,
For, tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied a young man's heart within.
--- Nora Perry, The Love-knot.
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