Still to be neat, still to be dressed, <br />As you were going to a feast; <br />Still to be powdered, still perfumed: <br />Lady, it is to be presumed, <br />Though art's hid causes are not found, <br />All is not sweet, all is not sound. <br /> <br />Give me a look, give me a face, <br />That makes simplicity a grace; <br />Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: <br />Such sweet neglect more taketh me <br />Than all the adulteries of art; <br />They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.<br /><br />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/simplex-munditiis-2/
