ROBERT HERRICK SOLILOQUIZES ON THE C.O.
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in him small kindliness.
My slack puttees him oft have thrown
Into a fine distraction.
An erring lace he cannot bear,
Nor the neglected, flowing hair.
Did he command that splendid force
The W.V.T.C., of course,
He’d see they dressed with careful art,
Very precise in every part.
And would, I’m certain, never dote
On the tempestuous petticoat.