MY Love in her attire doth show her wit, <br />It doth so well become her; <br />For every season she hath dressings fit, <br /> For Winter, Spring, and Summer. <br /> No beauty she doth miss <br /> When all her robes are on: <br /> But Beauty's self she is <br /> When all her robes are gone.<br /><br />Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madrigal-davison-s-poetical-rhapsody/
