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Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf;
He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself.
O that they read more
Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf;
He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself.
O that they knew, these overdrest self-lovers,
What hides the body oft the mind discovers.
In naked beauty more adorned
More lovely than Pandora.
In naked beauty more adorned
More lovely than Pandora.
Dress drains our cellar dry,
And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires
And introduces hunger, read more
Dress drains our cellar dry,
And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires
And introduces hunger, frost, and woe,
Where peace and hospitality might reign.
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.
Dress does not give knowledge.
[Sp., La ropa no da ciencia.]
Dress does not give knowledge.
[Sp., La ropa no da ciencia.]
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.
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.
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.
And said to myself, as I lit my cigar,
"Supposing a man had the wealth of the Czar
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And said to myself, as I lit my cigar,
"Supposing a man had the wealth of the Czar
Of the Russias to boot, for the rest of his days,
On the whole do you think he would have much to spare
If he married a woman with nothing to wear?"