| Author |
Quotes |
| Matthew Green | They were attempting to put on Raimant from naked bodies won. |
| Old Song | 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. |
| Old Song | When this old cap was new 'Tis since two hundred years. |
| Oliver Goldsmith | A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay, A cap by night,-a stocking all the day. |
| Oliver Goldsmith | It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt. |
| Oliver Goldsmith | The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain. |
| Phineas Fletcher | Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best. |
| Robert Burns | Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new. |
| Robert Burns | His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar. |
| Robert Herrick | A sweet disorder in the dresse Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse. |
| Robert Herrick | A winning wave, 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. |
| Rupert Simms | Now old Tredgortha's dead and gone, We ne'er shall see him more; He used to wear an old grey coat, All buttoned down before. |
| Samuel Butler | 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?" |
| Samuel Johnson | Fine clothes are good only as they supply the want of other means of procuring respect. |
| Terence Afer | Attired to please herself: no gems of any kind She wore, nor aught of borrowed gloss in Nature's stead; And, then her long, loose hair flung round her head Fell carelessly behind. |
| Thomas Fuller | 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. |
| Thomas Hood | It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives. |
| Thomas Percy | 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. |
| Tom Brown | 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. |
| Unattributed Author | John Lee is dead, that good old man,-- We ne'er shall see him more: He used to wear an old drab coat All buttoned down before. |
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