My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well bec..
🕑 Added 2021-12-07 08:46:14 +0000 UTC
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.
