glass of fashion and the mold of form,
The observ'd of all observers.
_Hamlet_. Act III. Sc. 1.
Their clothes are after such a pagan cut too,
That, sure, they've worn out Christendom.
_Henry VIII_. Act I. Sc. 3.
You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred;
only I do not like the fashion of your garments.
_King Lear_. Act III. Sc. 6.
He is only fantastical that is not in fashion.
BURTON--_Anatomy of Melancholy_.
And as the French we conquer'd once,
Now gives us laws for pantaloons,
The length of breeches and the gathers,
Port-cannons, periwigs, and feathers.
BUTLER--_Hudibras_. Pt. I. Canto III.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER--_Honest
Man's Fortune_. Act V. Sc. 3.
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat;
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility--
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
ROBERT HERRICK--_Delight in Disorder_.
Fashion--a word which knaves and fools may use,
Their knavery and folly to excuse.
CHURCHILL--_Rosciad_.
As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.
COLLEY CIBBER--_Love's Last Shift_.
Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.
ARIOSTO--_Orlando Furioso_. XX. 116.
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.
_Much Ado About Nothing_. Act III.
Sc. 3. L. 148.
Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet;
In short, my deary, kiss me! and be quiet.
LADY M.W. MONTAGU--_Summary of
Lord Littelton's Advice_.
Classics From Carlyle.
Two of the Most Celebrated Passages in "Sartor Resartus," Penned By
the Great Scottish Philosopher in What He Called "The
Loneliest Nook in Britain."
"The selections printed here are taken from what is regarded
by nearly every one as the masterpiece of Thomas Carlyle
(1795-1881). "Sartor Resartus" (The Tailor Retailored) is
the title of a book which exhibits the very soul of Carlyle
himself, with all its mingled scorn, lawlessness, humor, and
pathos. He wrote in what he called "the loneliest nook in
Britain"--a little Scottish farm at Craigenputtoch.
To this place Carlyle had taken his bride, Jane Welsh, a
very brilliant woman, and there the two lived for years amid
the most desol
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