This old-time madrigal beautifully sums mens' attitudes on the outfit you so feverishly select for the big day:
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 is she
When all her robes are gone.
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