His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.

A winning wave, (deserving note.) In the tempestuous petticote, A careless shoe-string, in whose tye I see a wilde civility,-- Doe more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.

A sweet disorder in the dresse Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse.

Who seems most hideous when adorned the most. [Lat., Che quant' era piu ornata, era piu brutta.]

After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world.