EPICOENE, OR THE SILENT WOMAN: STILL TO BE NEAT, STILL TO BE DREST - Samuel Johnson Poems

 
 

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EPICOENE, OR THE SILENT WOMAN: 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 makes 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.


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