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 It is not linen you're wearing out,
 But human creatures' lives.  
 It is not linen you're wearing out,
 But human creatures' lives. 
 Be pain in dress, and sober in your diet;
 In short, my deary, kiss me! and be quiet.  
 Be pain in dress, and sober in your diet;
 In short, my deary, kiss me! and be quiet. 
Apes are apes though clothed in scarlet.
Apes are apes though clothed in scarlet.
 He was a wight of high renowne,
 And thosne but of a low degree;
  Itt's pride that read more 
 He was a wight of high renowne,
 And thosne but of a low degree;
  Itt's pride that putts the countrye downe,
   Man, take thine old cloake about thee. 
 Dwellers in huts and in marble halls--
 From Shepherdess up to Queen--
  Cared little for bonnets, and read more 
 Dwellers in huts and in marble halls--
 From Shepherdess up to Queen--
  Cared little for bonnets, and less for shawls,
   And nothing for crinoline.
    But now simplicity's not the rage,
     And it's funny to think how cold
      The dress they wore in the Golden Age
       Would seem in the Age of Gold. 
 Dresses for breakfasts, and dinners, and balls.
 Dresses to sit in, and stand in, and walk in;
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 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. 
 They were attempting to put on
 Raimant from naked bodies won.  
 They were attempting to put on
 Raimant from naked bodies won. 
 Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me: there can be no 
kernel in this light nut; read more 
 Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me: there can be no 
kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes. 
Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence. 
 He that is proud of the rustling of his silks, like a madman, 
laughs at the ratling of his read more 
 He that is proud of the rustling of his silks, like a madman, 
laughs at the ratling of his fetters. For indeed, Clothes ought 
to be our remembrancers of our lost innocency.