Tis much to see how over nice some are <br />About the body and household affair, <br />While what's of worth they slightly pass it by, <br />Not doing, or doing it slovenly. <br />Their house must be well furnished, be in print, <br />Meanwhile their soul lies ley, has no good in't. <br />Its outside also they must beautify, <br />When in it there's scarce common honesty. <br />Their bodies they must have tricked up and trim, <br />Their inside full of filth up to the brim. <br />Upon their clothes there must not be a spot, <br />But is their lives more than one common blot. <br />How nice, how coy are some about their diet, <br />That can their crying souls with hogs'-meat quiet. <br />All drest must to a hair be, else 'tis naught, <br />While of the living bread they have no thought. <br />Thus for their outside they are clean and nice, <br />While their poor inside stinks with sin and vice.<br /><br />John Bunyan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-over-much-niceness/
