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Che quant era più ornata, era più brutta. Who seems most hideous when adorned the most. AriostoOrlando Furioso. XX. 116. | 1 |
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast. Beaumont and FletcherHonest Mans Fortune. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 170. | 2 |
To a woman, the consciousness of being well dressed gives a sense of tranquillity which religion fails to bestow. Mrs. Helen Bell. | 3 |
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. Tom BrownLaconics. | 4 |
Gars auld claes look amaist as weels the new. BurnsThe Cotters Saturday Night. | 5 |
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar. BurnsThe Twa Dogs. | 6 |
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? Wm. Allen ButlerNothing to Wear. | 7 |
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 ten times more, I should guess, That she had not a thing in the wide world to wear! Wm. Allen ButlerNothing to Wear. | 8 |
Dresses for breakfasts, and dinners, and balls. Dresses to sit in, and stand in, and walk in; Dresses to dance in, and flirt in, and talk in, Dresses in which to do nothing at all; Dresses for Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall; All of them different in color and shape. Silk, muslin, and lace, velvet, satin, and crape, Brocade and broadcloth, and other material, Quite as expensive and much more ethereal. Wm. Allen ButlerNothing to Wear. | 9 |
Miss Flora McFlimsey of Madison Square, Has made three separate journeys to Paris, And her father assures me each time she was there That she and her friend Mrs. Harris * * * * * * Spent six consecutive weeks, without stopping In one continuous round of shopping, * * * * * * And yet, though scarce three months have passed since the day This merchandise went on twelve carts, up Broadway, This same Miss McFlimsey of Madison Square The last time we met was in utter despair Because she had nothing whatever to wear. Wm. Allen ButlerNothing to Wear. | 10 |
Around his form his loose long robe was thrown, And wrapt a breast bestowed on heaven alone. ByronCorsair. Canto II. St. 3. | 11 |
Dress drains our cellar dry, And keeps our larder lean; puts out our fires And introduces hunger, frost, and woe, Where peace and hospitality might reign. CowperThe Task. Bk. II. L. 614. | 12 |
Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best. Phineas FletcherSicelides. Act II. Sc. 4. | 13 |
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. FullerThe Holy and Profane States. Apparel. | 14 |
They stript Joseph out of his coat, his coat of many colours. Genesis. XXXVII. 23. | 15 |
A night-cap deckd his brows instead of bay, A cap by night,a stocking all the day. GoldsmithDescription of an Authors Bedchamber. In Citizen of the World, Letter 30. The Authors Club. (1760). | 16 |
Its like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt. GoldsmithThe Haunch of Venison. | 17 |
The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain. GoldsmithVicar of Wakefield. Ch. IV. | 18 |
Old Grimes is dead, that good old man, We neer shall see him more; He used to wear a long black coat All buttond down before. Albert G. GreeneOld Grimes. | 19 |
Old Rose is dead, that good old man, We neer shall see him more; He used to wear an old blue coat All buttoned down before. Old Rose. Song referred to in Waltons Compleat Angler. Pt. I. Ch. II. | 20 |
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Old Abram Brown is dead and gone, Youll never see him more; He used to wear a long brown coat That buttoned down before. HalliwellNursery Rhymes of England. Tales. | 21 |
John Lee is dead, that good old man, We neer shall see him more: He used to wear an old drab coat All buttoned down before. To the memory of John Lee, who died May 21, 1823. An inscription in Matherne Churchyard. | 22 |
A sweet disorder in the dresse Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse. HerrickDelight in Disorder. | 23 |
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. HerrickDelight in Disorder. | 24 |
It is not linen youre wearing out, But human creatures lives. HoodSong of the Shirt. | 25 |
A vest as admired Voltiger had on, Which from this Islands foes his grandsire won, Whose artful colour passd the Tyrian dye, Obliged to triumph in this legacy. Edward HowardThe British Princes. (1669). P. 96. See also BoswellLife of Johnson. (1769). European Mag., April, 1792. Steele, in the Spectator. The lines are thought to be a forgery of Wm. Henry Irelands. | 26 |
A painted vest Prince Voltiger had on, Which from a naked Pict his grandsire won. Attributed to Sir Richard Blackmore. (Not in Works.) Probably a parody of above. | 27 |
They were attempting to put on Raiment from naked bodies won. Matthew GreenThe Spleen. Lines called out by Blackmores parody. | 28 |
After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world. Douglas JerroldA Wedding-Gown. Jerrolds Wit. | 29 |
Fine clothes are good only as they supply the want of other means of procuring respect. Samuel JohnsonBoswells Life. (1776). | 30 |
Apes are apes though clothed in scarlet. Ben JonsonPoetaster. Act V. Sc. 3. | 31 |
Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast, Still to be powderd, still perfumd. Lady, it is to be presumed, Though arts hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Ben JonsonEpicæne; or, The Silent Woman. Act I. Sc. 1. (Song). Trans. from Bonnefonius. First part an imitation of PetroniusSatyricon. | 32 |
Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf; He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself. O that they knew, these overdrest self-lovers, What hides the body oft the mind discovers. KeatsEpigrams. Clothes. | 33 |
Neat, not gaudy. Charles LambLetter to Wordsworth. June 11, 1806. | 34 |
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 simplicitys not the rage, And its funny to think how cold The dress they wore in the Golden Age Would seem in the Age of Gold. Henry S. LeighThe Two Ages. St. 4. | 35 |
Not caring, so that sumpter-horse, the back Be hung with gaudy trappings, in what course Yea, rags most beggarly, they clothe the soul. LowellFireside Travels. | 36 |
Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly. LylyEuphues. P. 39. (Ed. 1579). | 37 |
In naked beauty more adorned More lovely than Pandora. MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 713. | 38 |
Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me! and be quiet. Lady M. W. MontagueSummary of Lord Litteltons Advice. | 39 |
When this old cap was new Tis since two hundred years. Signed with initials M. P. Probably Martin Parker. | 40 |
He was a wight of high renowne, And thosne but of a low degree: Itts pride that putts the countrye downe, Man, take thine old cloake about thee. Thomas PercyReligues. Take thy Old Cloake about Thee. | 41 |
My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winters fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!) An horrid chasm disclosed. John PhilipsThe Splendid Shilling. L. 121. | 42 |
The soul of this man is his clothes. Alls Well That Ends Well. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 45. | 43 |
Thou villain base, Knowst me not by my clothes? Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 80. | 44 |
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 3. Line 70. | 45 |
See where she comes, apparelld like the spring. Pericles. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 12. | 46 |
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. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 28. | 47 |
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 55. | 48 |
He will come to her in yellow stockings, and tis a color she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 216. | 49 |
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield. ShenstoneThe Schoolmistress. St. 6. | 50 |
Now old Tredgorthas dead and gone, We neer shall see him more; He used to wear an old grey coat, All buttoned down before. Rupert Simms, at beginning of list of John Tredgorthas works in Bibliotheca Staffordiensis. (1894). | 51 |
She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on her with a pitchfork. SwiftPolite Conversation. Dialogue I. | 52 |
Attired to please herself: no gems of any kind She wore, nor aught of borrowed gloss in Natures stead; And, then her long, loose hair flung deftly round her head Fell carelessly behind. TerenceSelf-Tormentor. Act II. Sc. 2. F. W. Ricords trans. | 53 |
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 souls habiliments. Therefore I say,Thourt fair even so, But better Fair I use to know. Francis ThompsonGilded Gold. St. 2. | 54 |
O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein, But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, And heightens ease with grace. ThomsonCastle of Indolence. Canto I. St. 26. | 55 |
Her polishd limbs, Veild in a simple robe, their best attire; Beyond the pomp of dress; for Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadornd, adornd the most. ThomsonSeasons. Autumn. L. 202. | 56 |
Shes adorned Amply, that in her husbands eye looks lovely, The truest mirror that an honest wife Can see her beauty in! John TobinThe Honeymoon. Act III. Sc. 4. | 57 |
How his eyes languish! how his thoughts adore That painted coat, which Joseph never wore! He shows, on holidays, a sacred pin. That touchd the ruff, that touched Queen Bess chin. YoungLove of Fame. Satire IV. L. 119. | 58 |
Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener changd their principles than shirt. YoungTo Mr. Pope. Epistle I. L. 283. | 59 |
La ropa no da ciencia. Dress does not give knowledge. YriarteFables. XXVII. | 60 |
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