The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
_Sonnet LXX_. SHAKESPEARE.
A native grace
Sat fair-proportioned in her polished limbs,
Veiled in a simple robe their best attire.
Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is, when unadorned, adorned the most.
_The Seasons: Autumn_. J. THOMSON.
She's adorned
Amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely,--
The truest mirror that an honest wife
Can see her beauty in.
_The Honeymoon, Act iii. Sc. 4_. J. TOBIN.
Terrible he rode alone,
With his Yemen sword for aid;
Ornament it carried none,
But the notches on the blade.
_The Death Feud. An Arab War Song.
Anonymous Translation_.