SONG
XXII
.
Against
Pride
in
Clothes
.
I.
WHY
should
our
Garments
,
made
to
hide
Our
Parents
Shame
,
provoke
our
Pride
?
The
Art
of
Dress
did
ne'er
begin
,
Till
EVE
our
Mother
learnt
to
sin
.
II
.
When
first
she
put
the
Cov'ring
on
,
Her
Robe
of
Innocence
was
gone
;
And
yet
her
Children
vainly
boast
In
the
sad
Marks
of
Glory
lost
.
III
.
How
proud
we
are
!
how
fond
to
shew
Our
Clothes
,
and
call
them
rich
and
new
!
When
the
poor
Sheep
and
Silk-worm
wore
That
very
Clothing
long
before
.
IV
.
The
Tulip
and
the
Butterfly
Appear
in
gayer
Coats
than
I
:
Let
me
be
drest
fine
as
I
will
,
Flies
,
Worms
and
Flow'rs
exceed
me
still
.
V.
Then
will
I
set
my
Heart
to
find
Inward
Adornings
of
the
Mind
;
Knowledge
and
Virtue
,
Truth
and
Grace
,
These
are
the
Robes
of
richest
Dress
.
VI
.
No
more
shall
Worms
with
me
compare
;
This
is
the
Raiment
Angels
wear
;
The
Son
of
GOD
,
when
here
below
,
Put
on
this
blest
Apparel
too
.
VII
.
It
never
fades
,
it
ne'er
grows
old
,
Nor
fears
the
Rain
nor
Moth
nor
Mold
:
It
takes
no
Spot
but
still
refines
;
The
more
'tis
worn
,
the
more
it
shines
.
VIII
.
In
this
on
Earth
should
I
appear
,
Then
go
to
Heav'n
and
wear
it
there
;
GOD
will
approve
it
in
his
Sight
;
'Tis
his
own
Work
,
and
his
Delight
.