Love
My love in her attire doth show her wit
From A Poetical Rhapsody (1602), ed. A. H. Bullen (1890–91)
Love
My Love in her attire doth shew 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 she is,
When all her robes are gone.
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