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.

    
(Anon. 17th century Madrigal)
 

"A woman undressing is like the Sun emerging through the clouds"
  - Auguste Rodin