Simplex Munditiis

STILL to be neat still to be drest  
As you were going to a feast; 
Still to be powder'd still perfumed: 
Lady it is to be presumed  
Though art's hid causes are not found 5 
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 10 
Than all th' adulteries of art; 
They strike mine eyes but not my heart.
 

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