Delight in disorder...

A sweet disorder in the dresses
Kindles in loathes a wantonness e:
A Lawn e about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction:---
An erring Lace, which here and there
En-thralls the Crimson Stomacher:---
A cuff e neglect full, and thereby
Rib-bands to flow confusedly:---
A winning wave (deserving Note)
In the tempestuous petticote: ---  
A caress e shoe-string, in whose tye
I see a wild civility: ---
Doe more bewitch me, than when Art
Is too precise in every part.

  
When I am sad and weary,
when I think all hope has gone,
When I walk alone 
I think of you with nothing on.