by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

My Love in her attire doth show her wit
Language: English 
My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.

No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self, Beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone.

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Researcher for this text: Barbara Rufer

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 8
Word count: 51