Clothes Do But Cheat And Cozen Us
Away with silks, away with lawn,
I'll have no scenes or curtains drawn;
Give me my mistress, as she is,
Dress'd in her nak'd simplicities;
For as my heart, e'en so mine eye
Is won with flesh, not drapery.
poem by Robert Herrick
Added by Dan Costinaş
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