My Love in her attire doth shew her wit
Anonymous · 1600
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. Anonymous. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
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.