Samuel Laman Blanchard (1804–1845) British author and journalist
"Dolce far Niente", Stanza 4, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“Let me be dressed fine as I will,
Flies, worms, and flowers, exceed me still.”
Song 22: "Against Pride in Clothes".
1710s, Divine Songs Attempted in the Easy Language of Children (1715)
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Context: p>O Rose thou art sick.
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Does thy life destroy.</p
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