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Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes.
Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes.
She's adorned
Amply, that in her husband's eye looks lovely,--
The truest mirror that an honest wife
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She's adorned
Amply, that in her husband's eye looks lovely,--
The truest mirror that an honest wife
Can see her beauty in!
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.
She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on her with a
pitchfork.
She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on her with a
pitchfork.
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.
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.
Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me: there can be no
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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,
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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.
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.