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Davison’s Poetical Rhapsody, 1602

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.