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.

He was a wight of high renowne, And thosne but of a low degree; Itt's pride that putts the countrye downe, Man, take thine old cloake about thee.

Who seems most hideous when adorned the most. [Lat., Che quant' era piu ornata, era piu brutta.]

After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world.

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.

A sweet disorder in the dresse Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.