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 After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than 
in any other gown in the world.  
 After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than 
in any other gown in the world. 
 So for thy spirit did devise
 Its Maker seemly garniture,
  Of its own essence parcel pure.--
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 So for thy spirit did devise
 Its Maker seemly garniture,
  Of its own essence parcel pure.--
   From grave simplicities a dress,
    And reticent demureness,
     And love encinctured with reserve;
      Which the woven vesture would subserve.
       For outward robes in their ostents
        Should show the soul's habiliments.
         Therefore I say,--Thou'rt fair even so,
          But better Fair I use to know. 
 But I do mean to say, I have heard her declare,
 When at the same moment she had on read more 
 But I do mean to say, I have heard her declare,
 When at the same moment she had on a dress
  Which cost five hundred dollars, and not a cent less,
   And jewelry worth tem times more, I should guess,
    That he had not a thing in the wide world to wear! 
 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. 
 O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
 But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
  And read more 
 O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
 But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
  And heightens ease with grace. 
 His locked, lettered, braw brass collar,
 Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.  
 His locked, lettered, braw brass collar,
 Shewed him the gentleman and scholar. 
 My galligaskins, that have long withstood
 The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,
  By time subdues (what will read more 
 My galligaskins, that have long withstood
 The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,
  By time subdues (what will not time subdue!)
   An horrid chasm disclosed. 
 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. 
 A vest as admired Voltiger had on,
 Which from this Island's foes his grandsire won,
  Whose artful read more 
 A vest as admired Voltiger had on,
 Which from this Island's foes his grandsire won,
  Whose artful colour pass'd the Tyrian dye,
   Obliged to triumph in this legacy.