Favorite Poem: My Love in Her Attire Doth Show Her Wit

My Love in Her Attire Doth Show Her Wit
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 she is
When all her robes are gone.