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.
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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.
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.
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.
A painted vest Prince Voltiger had on,
Which from a naked Pict his grandsire won.
A painted vest Prince Voltiger had on,
Which from a naked Pict his grandsire won.
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.
Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.
Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.
So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that read more
So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them.
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.
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.
