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. When first she put the covering on, Her robe of innocence was gone; And yet her children vainly boast In the sad marks of glory lost.…
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