To Delia on Frequently Changing Her Dress

Why, Delia, arts of dress employ?
In you they sure are vain;
True beauty fin'ry can't destroy,
But most it charms when plain.

Then seek no more a borrow'd grace
From white or blue, or green,
But trust to native charms of face,
And modesty of mein.
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