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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.
To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his
snuff-box, is like giving a pair read more
To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his
snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that
has never a shirt on his back.
A winning wave, (deserving note.)
In the tempestuous petticote,
A careless shoe-string, in whose tye
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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.
They were attempting to put on
Raimant from naked bodies won.
They were attempting to put on
Raimant from naked bodies won.
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.
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.
She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on her with a
pitchfork.
She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on her with a
pitchfork.
So for thy spirit did devise
Its Maker seemly garniture,
Of its own essence parcel pure.--
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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.
Be pain in dress, and sober in your diet;
In short, my deary, kiss me! and be quiet.
Be pain in dress, and sober in your diet;
In short, my deary, kiss me! and be quiet.