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			 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. 
		
 
	
			 Old Grimes is dead, that good old man,
 We ne'er shall see him more;
  He used to read more 
	 Old Grimes is dead, that good old man,
 We ne'er shall see him more;
  He used to wear a long black coat
   All button'd down before. 
		
 
	
			 They were attempting to put on
 Raimant from naked bodies won.  
	 They were attempting to put on
 Raimant from naked bodies won. 
		
 
	
			 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. 
		
 
	
			 Old Abram Brown is dead and gone,--
 You'll never see him more;
  He used to wear a read more 
	 Old Abram Brown is dead and gone,--
 You'll never see him more;
  He used to wear a long brown coat
   That buttoned down before. 
		
 
	
			 Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.  
	 Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast. 
		
 
	
			 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 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. 
		
 
	
			 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.