Each wisheth to him selfe, and to the rest enuyes.
Her yuorie necke, her alablaster brest, xlii
Her paps, which like white silken pillowes were,
For loue in soft delight thereon to rest;
Her tender sides[535], her bellie white and clere,
Which like an Altar did it selfe vprere,
To offer sacrifice diuine thereon;
Her goodly thighes, whose glorie did appeare
Like a triumphall Arch, and thereupon
The spoiles of Princes hang’d, which were in battel won.