Book IV, Epigram 22: De Cleopatra

The virgin danger pass'd, the Bride enraged,
Sweet Cleopatra to be disengaged
And, scarce mine armes dives in the baths most cleare:
But the kind waters soon betrayd her there,
For though thus hid her glories did appeare,
Like to soft Lillies in a christal grave,
Or Roses closed in Gemms no cover have;
With that I div'd, and cropd the strugling kisses,
Ye glittering streames forbad the other blisses.