“The child who is decked with prince’s robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step. In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move. Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.” PoetryHumanityPoemFinery Book:Gitanjali Source: Gitanjali
“Ye wha are fain to hae your name Wrote in the bonny book o fame, Let merit nae pretension claim To laurel'd wreath, But hap ye weel, baith back and wame, In guid Braid Claith.” StatusDressScots LanguageFineryBroad Cloth Book:Poems of Fergusson Source: Poems of Fergusson