A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction--
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher--
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to 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.
More verses by Robert Herrick
- A Conjuration: To Electra
- A Dialogue Betwixt Himself And Mistress Elizawheeler, Under The Name Of Amarillis
- A New Year's Gift,Sent To Sir Simeon Steward
- A Lyric To Mirth
- To Anthea, Who May Command Him Any Thing