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Still to Be Neat- Ben Johnson

    Still to be neat, still to be dressed, 
    As you were going to a feast; 
    Still to be powdered, still perfumed: 
    Lady, it is to be presumed, 
    Though art's hid causes are not found, 
    All is not sweet, all is not sound.
 
    Give me a look, give me a face 
    That makes simplicity a grace; 
    Robes losely flowing, hair as free: 
    Such sweet neglect more taketh me 
    Than all the adulteries of art; 
    They strike mine eyes but not my heart.

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