SONG XXII. Against Pride in Clothes. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T185045 K123515.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Divine songs: attempted in easy language for the use of children. By I. Watts, D.D. London Printed for J. Buckland; J. F. and C. Rivington; T. Longman; W. Fenner; T. Field; and E. and C. Dilly 1777 pp. 31-32. xii,58,[2]p.; 12⁰.

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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 .