In the morning,I listen to a musical song in English class.

Still to Be Neat


Still to be neat, still to be dressed
As you were going to a feast;
Still to be powdered,stillperfumed:
Lady, it is to be prefumed,
Though art's hid causes are no 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 th' adulteries of art;
They strike mine eyes,but not my heart