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2    It doth so well become her:
3For eu'ry season she hath dressings fitt,
4    For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
5No Beautie shee doth misse,
6    When all her Robes are on:
7But Beauties selfe shee is,
8    When all her Robes are gone.

Notes

1] For parallels in French, Greek, and Latin works, see Rollins, II: 187-88. Back to Line