The Lord of Rags and Tatters.

Through your rags I see your vanity.

I was the epitome of rags to riches.

Beauty soaks reality as water fills a rag.

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.

I am the man who has risen from rags to riches.

Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.

Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.

I'll be damned if death wears my sadness for glad rags.

Life is nothing but rags and tags and filthy rags at that.

Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.

My life has been sensationalised into a rags to riches story.

There is no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty.

Rags will always make their appearance where they have a right to do it.

the conversation whipped gaily around the table like rags in a high wind.

I view anything on this farm as model. I actually painted Union Rags as a yearling.

Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

I've done my damndest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied.

Virtue shows quite as well in rags and patches as she does in purple and fine linen.

So please get your rags And your polishing jars, Somebody has to go polish the stars.

Christianity even when watered down is hot enough to boil all modern society to rags.

Nature is a rag merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations.

We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.

In the town live witches nine: three in worsted, three in rags, and three in velvet fine.

My tears is tatted, my rag in my pocket / Im just looking for love, I know somebody got it

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call.

Even in rags I am a god,fallen I am divine,high I triumph when down-trod,long I live when slain!

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

It's nice to get your glad rags on for awards like the Baftas, but it doesn't happen all the time.

The American dream was not, at least at the beginning, a rags-to-riches type of narrow materialism.

Adam had once told Gansey, "Rags to riches isn't a story anyone wants to hear until after it's done.

My life has often been described as 'from rags to riches' but in fact, the Ross's were never raggedy.

My life has often been described as 'from rags to riches,' but in fact, the Rosses were never raggedy.

A great deal of the furniture of ancient tyranny is torn to rags; the rest is entirely out of fashion.

Politics' the polite word for antediluvian prejudices, the rags put on by enmity and tribal resentment.

Like a robe wears out over time and turns to rags, life wears out from day to day, from second to second.

I am a Nobel Peace laureate and my business should be to try to bring stability, not to be a red rag to bulls.

Better the pride that resides as a citizen of the world than a pride that divides when a colorful rag is unfurled

A man could be in a throne and have no attachment at all; another one could be in rags and have many attachments.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

Unfortunately I have no rags-to-riches story to tell. Money never played a big role for me. My parents just had it.

Wardrobe is - in films, I could say it's a good half of the acting. You get the right rags on, they'll talk for you.

With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.

I had a white senator call me a rag head, and I had an African-American legislator call me a conservative with a tan.

Words are the dress of thoughts; which should no more be presented in rags, tatters, and dirt than your person should.

There is no dignity in wickedness, whether in purple or rags; and hell is a democracy of devils, where all are equals.

When you go to Africa, and you see children, they're usually barefoot, dirty and in rags, and they'd love to go to school.

Only laughter can blow [a colossal humbug] to rags and atoms at a blast. Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.

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