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{{Hoyt quote | num = 6 | text = Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an-end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. Hamlet. Act. I. Sc. 5. L. 15. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Boccaccio) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 7 | text = And his chin new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home. Henry IV,. Pt. I. Art I. Sc. 3. L. 34. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 8 | text = How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 5. L. 52. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 9 | text = Comb down his hair; look, look! it stands upright. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 15. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 10 | text = Bind up those tresses. O, what love I note In the fair multitude of those her hairs! Where but by chance a silver drop hath fallen, Even to that drop ten thousand wiry friends Do glue themselves in sociable grief, Like true, inseparable, faithful loves, Sticking together in calamity. King John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 61. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 11 | text = And her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. Merchant of Venice. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 169. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 12 | text = What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill-horse has on his tail. | author = | work = Merchant of Venice. | place = Act II. Sc. 2. L. 99. | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 13 | text = Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. | author = | work = Troilus and Cressida. | place = Act I. Sc. 2. L. 154. | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 14 | text = Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow: If that be all the difference in his love, I'll get me such a colour'd periwig. | author = | work = Two Gentlemen of Verona. | place = Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 194. | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 15 | text = Thy fair hair my heart enchained. Sir Philip Sidnet—Neapolitan Villaneu. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 16 | text = Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre, Sprinckled with perle, and perling flowres atweene, Doe lyke a golden mantle her attyre. Spenser—Epithalamwn. St. 9. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 17 | text = Ah, thy beautiful hair! so was it once braided for me, for me; Now for death is it crowned, only for death, lover and lord of thee. Swinburne—Choriambics. St. 5. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 18 | text = But, rising up, Robed in the long night of her deep hair, so To the open window moved. | author = Tennyson | work = Princess. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Cornwall}}) | topic = Hair | page = }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 19 | text = The Father of Heaven. Spin, daughter Mary, spin, Twirl your wheel with silver din; Spin, daughter Mary, spin, Spin a tress for Viola. Francis Thompson—The Making of Viola. St. 1. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 20 | text = Come let me pluck that silver hair Which 'mid thy clustering curls I see; The withering type of time or care Has nothing, sure, to do with thee. Alaric Alex Watts—The Grey Hair. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 21 | text = Her hair is bound with myrtle leaves, (Green leaves upon her golden hair!) Green grasses through the yellow sheaves Of Autumn corn are not more fair. | author = Oscar Wilde | work = La Bella Donna della mia Mente. | topic = Hair | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt topic|Hand}}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 22 | text = Even to the delicacy of their hand There was resemblance such as true blood wears. | author = Byron | work = Don Juan. | place = Canto IV. St. 45. | topic = Hand | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 23 | text = For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands. | author = Byron | work = Don Juan. | place = Canto V. St. 105. | topic = Hand | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 24 | text = Bless the hand that gave the blow. Dryden—The Spanish Friar. Act II. Sc. 1. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Pomfret}}) | topic = Hand | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 25 | text = Una mano lava 1'altra, ed ambedue Iavano il volto. One hand washeth another, both the face. John Florio—Vocabolario Italiano & Ingkse. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hand | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 26 | text = His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him. Genesis. XVI. 12. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = Hand | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 27 | text = The voice is Jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esau. | author = | work = Genesis. | place = XXVII. | note = 22. | topic = Hand | page = 349 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 28 | text = Rubente dextra. | trans = Red right hand. | author = Horace | work = Carmina. | place = I. 2. 2. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Milton}}) | topic = Hand | page = 349 }}