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And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house
And revel it as bravely read more
And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats and caps and golden rings,
With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things;
With scarfs and fans and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Around his form his loose long robe was thrown,
And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone.
Around his form his loose long robe was thrown,
And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone.
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.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar,
Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar,
Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his
snuff-box, is like giving a pair read more
To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his
snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that
has never a shirt on his back.
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives.
Not caring, so that sumpter-horse, the back
Be hung with gaudy trappings, in what course
Yea, rags read more
Not caring, so that sumpter-horse, the back
Be hung with gaudy trappings, in what course
Yea, rags most beggarly, they clothe the soul.
