TO A LADY,
On her too great Affectation of Ornament.
Dear Mira, whence of late this studious care,
As fashion bids, to braid thy flowing hair;
With costly veils to shade thy snowy breast,
And load with gorgeous fringe the sumptuous vest?
Why these perfumes that scent the ambient air?
Alas! all art must render thee less fair.
Each ornament from that celestial face
Detracts a charm, and banishes a grace: