You May Also Like / View all maxioms
 Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.
 [Lat., Che quant' era piu ornata, era piu brutta.]  
 Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.
 [Lat., Che quant' era piu ornata, era piu brutta.] 
Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.
Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.
 A winning wave, (deserving note.)
 In the tempestuous petticote,
  A careless shoe-string, in whose tye
  read more 
 A winning wave, (deserving note.)
 In the tempestuous petticote,
  A careless shoe-string, in whose tye
   I see a wilde civility,--
    Doe more bewitch me than when art
     Is too precise in every part. 
 Attired to please herself: no gems of any kind
 She wore, nor aught of borrowed gloss in Nature's stead;
read more 
 Attired to please herself: no gems of any kind
 She wore, nor aught of borrowed gloss in Nature's stead;
  And, then her long, loose hair flung round her head
   Fell carelessly behind. 
 To a woman, the consciousness of being will dressed gives a sense 
of tranquility which religion fails to bestow.  
 To a woman, the consciousness of being will dressed gives a sense 
of tranquility which religion fails to bestow. 
 (Cloten:) Thou villain base,
 Know'st me not by my clothes?
  (Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
 read more 
 (Cloten:) Thou villain base,
 Know'st me not by my clothes?
  (Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
   Who is thy grandfather. He made those clothes,
    Which, as it seems, make thee. 
 Her polish'd limbs,
 Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire;
  Beyond the pomp of dress; for read more 
 Her polish'd limbs,
 Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire;
  Beyond the pomp of dress; for Loveliness
   Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
    But is, when unadorn'd the most. 
 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. 
 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.