English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Anonymous
191. My Love in Her Attire
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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.