Classic Poem

I.

W HY will Neaera fondly deck
With pearly Rows her polish'd Neck;
Why with the feathery Tippet hide,
Her swelling Bosom's spotless Pride?
With genuine Beauties, all your own,
You need not borrow Venus ' Zone.

II.

Whence all this fashionable Care,
To curl that lovely Length of Hair.
Which Nature meant shou'd flow profuse,
In Ringlets beautifully loose:
The studied Fopperies of Art
No real Elegance impart.

III.

Mark, fair One, in its native Bed,
How blooms the Cowslip's velvet Head;
What luscious Clusters load the Vines,
Whose Growth no skilful Hand confines;
How sweet the Lark and Nightingale
Untaught and artless charm the Vale.