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June 12
选自 The Golden Treasury
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.
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