It doth яо 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.
Sir Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599)
my love in her attire
does show her wit...
it does so well become her:
for every season she has dresses fit:
for winter, spring and summer.
no beauty she does miss
when all her robes are on -
but beauty's self she is
when all her robes are gone.
Sir Edmund Spenser (1552 - 1599)
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| Loris Kraemerh for Elle Brazil January 2012 by Bob Wolfenson |
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