Classic Poem

Truth is a Native, naked Beauty; but
  Lying Inventions are but Indian Paints ,
Dissembling hearts their Beautie's but a Lye,
 Truth is the proper Beauty of Gods Saints.

Fowle are the Indians Haire and painted Faces ,
  More foule such Haire, such Face in Israel.
England so calls her selfe, yet there's
 Absoloms foule Haire and Face of Jesabell.

Paints will not bide Christs washing Flames of fire,
 Fained Inventions will not bide such stormes:
O that we may prevent him, that betimes,
 Repentance Teares may wash of all such Formes.