Fresh as a bridegroom....
He was perfumèd like a milliner;
And ’twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box. And still he smiled and talked;
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Shakespeare (1 Henry IV., i. 3).