George Meredith

“ So the King saw what he had lost in Rumdrum the barber, for he knew not the Identical, which is the hair of fortune, to count two for it; and his days were given to the counting these hairs upon the tomb, he fearing to hold off from counting lest death should surprise him. Wah! it is an ill thing to do an injustice, which springeth from suspicion, as the poet says:
"Suspicion in the birth fail not to strangle,
Lest that its offspring thy soul's beauty mangle."
So the King saw what he had lost in Rumdrum the barber. ”

“ Then the King cried aloud, "Oh, how great is the privilege of the dead! There is no privilege like to that they possess! Strong are they! He that punisheth the innocent is but an instrument to exalt them, scourged for his pains."
Now while the King was lost in self-abasement, the Voice said, "Know, great King, that the restlessness of an uncompleted work is on the tomb of Rumdrum the barber, and if thou wouldst appease him, call hither one to shave thee, and lay upon his tomb the hairs of thy head." ”