My Love in Her Attire
(Anonymous)
My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
It doth so well become her:
For every season she doth have 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.
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.
I thought we'd start with something that was very simple and a little bit fun. There isn't much to be analyzed here, but it's an enjoyable little rhyme. It makes for interesting flirting, too... if your audience is paying attention at the end. ;) Oddly enough, not a lot of people notice it. Huh... weird.
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