They say that it’s the clothes that make the man
And show you who he is with but a glance:
A silk and velvet dandy with a fan;
A huntsman clad in wool and leather pants.
Likewise a lady’s character is known
By viewing her sartorial array:
A modest mouse in veils with nothing shown;
A courtesan with assets on display.
This all presumes the contents never change
And clothing only names the thing within,
But outfits are a snap to rearrange
And we may live each day in different skin.
Our clothes are opportunities for art,
A shining stained glass window to our heart.
This was written for La Magnifica Justina di Silvestri and Maestro Ambrosius di Silvestri