Still to be Neat

Still to be Neat, still to be drest

Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powder’d, still perfum’d:
Lady, it is to be presum’d,
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 make simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free:
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Than all th’adulteries of art.
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

— Ben Jonson, more The Complete Poems

This poem is offered as part of our June theme: Shakespeare & Company

T.S Poetry

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