Love
Simplex Munditiis
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
Love
Still to be neat, still to be drest,
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powdered, still perfumed:
Lady, it is to be presumed,
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 makes simplicity a grace;
Robes loosely flowing, hair as free:
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Than all the adulteries of art;
They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
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MLA
Jonson, Ben. “Simplex Munditiis.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/jonson/43/.
Chicago
Jonson, Ben. “Simplex Munditiis.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/jonson/43/.
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