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Lyric Poem · Love

Song from The Silent Woman

by Ben Jonson

1Still to be neat, still to be dressed,

2As you were going to a feast;

3Still to be powdered, still perfumed:

4Lady, it is to be presumed,

5Though art's hid causes are not found,

6All is not sweet, all is not sound.

7Give me a look, give me a face,

8That makes simplicity a grace;

9Robes loosely flowing, hair as free;

10Such sweet neglect more taketh me

11Than all th' adulteries of art:

12They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

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Poem
Song from The Silent Woman
Poet
Ben Jonson
Length
12 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Love

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12 lines · 2 sestets
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Mostly 8-syllable lines (tetrameter length).
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Ben Jonson1572–1637
Source record
PoetryDBSong from The Silent Woman by ben-jonson, PoetryDB transcription
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