A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes, a wantonness
A lawn about the shoulders' thrown
Into a fine distraction
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthralls the crimson stomacher
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly
A winning wave, deserving note
In the tempestuous petticoat
A careless shoestring, in whose tie
I see a wild civility
More bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part
I read it at first light this morning (hence the Heading) & confess I didn't know what a stomacher was - let alone a crimson one, it isn't in my short dictionary but looking it up online, I find;
'A decorative V-shaped panel of stiff material worn over the chest and stomach by men and women in the 16th century, later only by women./
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!