John Durant Breval

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John Durant Breval,  The Art of Dress: a Poem (1717)

“ Nor could the World compleater Models show;
But cruel Death (ah, Monster, too unkind!)
Has left but half that Conqu'ring Race behind.
Tho' most condemn the Fair that's over-nice,
Too great Neglect is oft an equal Vice:
Th' establish'd Belle some Privilege may take,
Affect loose Airs: and counterfeit the Rake;
May lay the Necklace, and the Drops aside,
Half comb her Locks, and all her Linnen hide;
But no such License is to Those allow'd,
Whose undistinguish'd Forms make up the Crowd.
How plain soe'er you Dress, be throughly clean,
Nor let the Smock be foul, because unseen
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John Durant Breval,  The Art of Dress: a Poem (1717)

“ Could the long Order of the sleeping Fair,
Freed from Death's Chain, once more breath Vital Air,
With Envy would they blush, with Rage to See,
Their Fashions foils to Thine; themselves to Thee.
Our next unhappy Stuarts pav'd the Way,
For Caledonian Dames to come in play;
Beauties that shifted hardly once a Week,
For Cleanliness, alas! to them was Greek!
Now follow'd Canting Puritans in Shoals,
Who spoil'd our Bodies, as they damn'd our Souls
”
Source: Wikisource

John Durant Breval,  The Art of Dress: a Poem (1717)

“ If you are wise, you'll not Brown Sugar slight,
The Browner (if I form my Judgment right)
A deep Vermillion Tincture will dispence,
And make your Piffin redder than the Quince.
When this is done, there will be wanting still,
The just Reserve of Cloves and Candy'd Peel;
Nor can I blame you, if a Drop you take
Of Orange-Water, for Perfuming-sake.
But here the Nicety of Art is such,
There must not be too little, nor too much
If with Discretion you these Costs employ,
They quicken Appetite; if not, they cloy.
”
Source: Wikisource

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