From Under Milk Wood, by Dylan Thomas. This is one of Mr Edwards' lines.
I am a draper mad with love. I love you more than all the flannelette and calico, candlewick, dimity, crash and merino, tussore, cretonne, crépon, muslin, poplin, ticking and twill in the whole Cloth Hall of the world. I have come to take you away to my Emporium on the hill, where the change hums on wires. Throw away your little bedsocks and your Welsh wool knitted jacket, I will warm the sheets like an electric toaster, I will lie by your side like the Sunday roast.
Does anyone -- man, woman, vegetable, or Other -- profess their love so ardently any more?
Mr. Thomas was right to include dimity in Mr Edwards' list, seeing as it is a double thread.