57393Without the bed her other faire hand was,

394On the greene couerlet whose perfect white

395Showed like an Aprill dazie on the grasse,

396With pearlie swet resembling dew of night.

397Her eyes like Marigolds had sheath'd their light,

398 And canopied in darkenesse sweetly lay,

399 Till they might open to adorne the day.

58400Her haire like goldē threeds playd with her breath,

401O modest wantons, wanton modestie!

402Showing lifes triumph in the map of death,

403And deaths dim looke in lifes mortalitie.

404Ech in her sleepe themselues so beautifie,

405 As if betweene them twaine there were no strife,

406 But that life liu'd in death, and death in life.

59407Her breasts like Iuory globes circled with blew,

408A paire of maiden worlds vnconquered,

409Saue of their Lord, no bearing yoke they knew,

410And him by oath they truely honored.

411These worlds in TARQVIN new ambition bred,

412 Who like a fowle vsurper went about,

413 From this faire throne to heaue the owner out.