From The Rape Of Lucrece

Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under

Cozening the pillow of a lawful kiss;

Who, therefore angry, seems to part in sunder

Swelling on either side to want his bliss;

Between whose hills her head entombed is;

Where like a virtuous monument she lies

To be admired of lewd unhallowed eyes.

Without the bed her other fair hand was