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English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Anonymous

191. My Love in Her Attire

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.