Madrigal: Beauty's self she is, when all her robes are gone

Madrigal

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.

        --Anonymous, published in Poetical Rhapsody, 1602 (ed Francis Davison)