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If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture,
let us be more ashamed of shabby read more
If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture,
let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy
philosophies. . . . It would be a sad situation if the wrapper
were better than the meat wrapped inside it.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,
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Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
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.
She's adorned
Amply, that in her husband's eye looks lovely,--
The truest mirror that an honest wife
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She's adorned
Amply, that in her husband's eye looks lovely,--
The truest mirror that an honest wife
Can see her beauty in!
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?"
After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than
in any other gown in the world.
After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than
in any other gown in the world.
Poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue; it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.
Poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue; it is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you read more
But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
Old Rose is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
He used to read more
Old Rose is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
He used to wear an old blue coat
All buttoned down before.