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     A sweet disorder in the dress

     Kindles in clothes a wantonness:—

     A lawn about the shoulders thrown

     Into a fine distractión,—

     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.