Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under, (387)
Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss; (388)
Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder, (389)
Swelling on either side to want his bliss; (390)
Between whose hills her head entombed is:
Where, like a virtuous monument, she lies, (392)
To be admired of lewd unhallow'd eyes.