Still To Be Neat Poem by Ben Jonson
Still To Be Neat
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.
Give me a look, give me a face, That make simplicity a grace; so beautiful description of simplicity which is not adulterated in any way. very nice poem. thank you . tony
i think this poem is wonderful i read it like 10 times over
The poet is marveling at the simple beauty and grace of his beloved without the adulteries of make-up. Beautifully said: Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all th'adulteries of art.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 1:28:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So so true.amazeing.. his perception of beauty all that time ago is the same today. Could have been written for my daughter. Can't stop reading it.