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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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!
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.]
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the
trimmings of the vain.
When his wife asked him to change clothes to meet the German
Ambassador: "If they want to see me, read more
When his wife asked him to change clothes to meet the German
Ambassador: "If they want to see me, here I am. If they want to
see my clothes, open my closet and show them my suits."
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.
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.
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.
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.
Dwellers in huts and in marble halls--
From Shepherdess up to Queen--
Cared little for bonnets, and read more
Dwellers in huts and in marble halls--
From Shepherdess up to Queen--
Cared little for bonnets, and less for shawls,
And nothing for crinoline.
But now simplicity's not the rage,
And it's funny to think how cold
The dress they wore in the Golden Age
Would seem in the Age of Gold.
