But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,

With his martial cloak around him.

Charles Wolfe (1791-1823): The Burial of Sir John Moore.

Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not "seems."

'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother,

Nor customary suits of solemn black.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

King Stephen was a worthy peere,

His breeches cost him but a croune;

He held them sixpence all too deere,

Therefore he call'd the taylor loune.

He was a wight of high renowne,

And those but of a low degree;

Itt's pride that putts the countrye doune,

Then take thine old cloake about thee.

Thomas Percy (1728-1811): Take thy old Cloak about Thee.