English poem
Time Spent In Dress
by Charles Lamb
In many a lecture, many a book, You all have heard, you all have read, That time is precious. Of its use Much has been written, much been said.
The accomplishments which gladden life, As music, drawing, dancing, are Encroachers on our precious time; Their praise or dispraise I forbear.
They should be practis'd or forborne, As parents wish, or friends desire: What rests alone in their own will Is all I of the young require.
There's not a more productive source Of waste of time to the young mind Than dress; as it regards our hours My view of it is now confin'd.
Without some calculation, youth May live to age and never guess, That no one study they pursue Takes half the time they give to dress.
Write in your memorandum-book The time you at your toilette spend; Then every moment which you pass, Talking of dress with a young friend:
And ever when your silent thoughts Have on this subject been intent, Set down as nearly as you can How long on dress your thoughts were bent.
If faithfully you should perform This task, 'twould teach you to repair Lost hours, by giving unto dress Not more of time than its due share.