Dresses for breakfasts, and dinners, and balls.
Dresses to sit in, and stand in, and walk in;
Dresses to dance in, and flirt in, and talk in,
Dresses in which to do nothing at all;
Dresses for Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall;
All of them different in color and shape.
Silk, muslin, and lace, velvet, satin, and crape,
Brocade and broadcloth, and other material,
Quite as expensive and much more ethereal.
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If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture,
let us be more ashamed of shabby read more
If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture,
let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy
philosophies. . . . It would be a sad situation if the wrapper
were better than the meat wrapped inside it.
Fine clothes are good only as they supply the want of other means
of procuring respect.
Fine clothes are good only as they supply the want of other means
of procuring respect.
And it came to pass, when Joseph was come unto his brethren, that
they stript Joseph out of his read more
And it came to pass, when Joseph was come unto his brethren, that
they stript Joseph out of his coat, his coat of many colours that
was on him:
And they took him, and cast him into a pit: and the pit was
empty, there was no water in it.
So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that read more
So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them.
How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!
He shows, read more
How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore
That painted coat, which Joseph never wore!
He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin,
That touch'd the ruff, that touched Queen Bess' chin.
(Cloten:) Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
(Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
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(Cloten:) Thou villain base,
Know'st me not by my clothes?
(Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather. He made those clothes,
Which, as it seems, make thee.
A winning wave, (deserving note.)
In the tempestuous petticote,
A careless shoe-string, in whose tye
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A winning wave, (deserving note.)
In the tempestuous petticote,
A careless shoe-string, in whose tye
I see a wilde civility,--
Doe more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
He will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she
abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she read more
He will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she
abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests; and he will
smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her
disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is, that it
cannot but turn him into a notable contempt.
Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes.
Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes.
