(Cloten: ) Thou villain base, Know'st me not by my clothes? (Guiderius: ) No, nor thy tailor, rascal, Who is thy grandfather. He made those clothes, Which, as it seems, make thee.

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay, A cap by night, a stocking all the day.

A painted vest Prince Voltiger had on, Which from a naked Pict his grandsire won.

And it came to pass, when Joseph was come unto his brethren, that they stript Joseph out of his coat, his coat of many colours that was on him: And they took him, and cast him i ...

And now, my honey love, Will we return unto thy father's house And revel it as bravely as the best, With silken coats and caps and golden rings, With ruffs and cuffs and farthin ...

Apes are apes though clothed in scarlet.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy, For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are of ...

Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf; He shows his clothes! alas! he shows himself. O that they knew, these overdrest self-lovers, What hides the body oft the mind discov ...

Fare you well, my lord, and believe this of me: there can be no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes. Trust him not in matter of heavy consequence.

Fine clothes are good only as they supply the want of other means of procuring respect.