  A sweet disorder in the dress [A happy kind of carelessness;] A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction; Enthralls the crimson stomacher; A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribands that flow confusedly; A winning wave, deserving note In the tempestuous petticoat; A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility; Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part. |
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