Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like p — Purple

"And the soldiers platted a crown of thorns, and put it on his head, and they put on him a purple robe,"

"There is the sea—shall any stanch it up?— Still breeding, for its worth of silver weight, Abundant stain, freshly renewable, For purpling robes withal: nay, Heaven be praised, The house, my lord, affords us plenty such; ’Tis not acquainted yet with penury. I had vowed the trampling of a thousand robes, Had the oracles enjoined it when I sought Means for recovery of a life so precious!"

"Πορφυρογέννητος, Porphyrogénnētos"

"And then beneath a shapely chin Let every Grace fly out and in About a marble throat; the rest Be in a chastened purple drest, But let her flesh peep here and there The lines of beauty to declare."

"But for the Diva’s use bestrewn is the genial bedstead, Hidden in midmost stead, and its polisht framework of Indian Tusk underlies its cloth empurpled by juice of the dye-shell."

"... They weaved verie much Fine Purple that was dide in Tyre, ..."