Herman Melville,
White-Jacket — Chapter LXXXV
(1850)
“ Oh! barber, barber! it stabs me to the heart.--Talk not of hauling down your ensigns and standards when vanquished--what is that, barber! to striking the flag that Nature herself has nailed to the mast!"Here noble Jack's feelings overcame him: he dropped from the animated attitude into which his enthusiasm had momentarily transported him; his proud head sunk upon his chest, and his long, sad beard almost grazed the deck."Ay! trail your beards in grief and dishonour, oh crew of the Neversink!" sighed Jack. ”
