"Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part."
The pattern is continuous, as that is apt for this. The poem speaks of disorder. It is disorderly to not divide up a poem into clearly distinguishable stanzas without enjambments. As far as tone, it is admiring. It is ironic, though, that the speaker is admiring disorder in a person's wardrobe. I found the oxymoron of "wild civility," also showing the speakers admiration for disorderly wardrobe. I also noticed "is too precise" is in a way paradox. The point of being precise is to be close as possible, but as we find out this is not to the speaker's liking. Maybe he likes women who don't try so hard to impress by elegant wardrobe.
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