My Love in her attire lyrics

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Anonymous


My Love in her attire doth show 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, Beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone
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