...of Pelops' shoulder: I could teil ye, How smooth his breast was, and how white his bclly; And tchose immortal fingers did imprint That heavenly path with many. a curious dint, That r uns along his back; . . . let it suf/tce That my slack Muse sings of Leander's eyes; Those orient...

...neck in touching, and surpast The white of Pelops' shoulder : I could tell ye, How smooth his breast Man 70 Much less of powerful gods : Let it suffice That my slack Muse sings of Leander's eyes ; Those orient...

...more immediate is the implication that Leander has already been delightfully buggered by some deity: whose immortal fingers did imprint That heavenly path...with many a curious dint, That runs along his back... Marlowe's 'rude' pen is not conjuring some Adamite myth in which God, loving man, fashioned his body...

...neck in touching, and surpassed The white of Pelops' shoulder. I could tell ye How smooth his breast was, and how white his belly, And whose immortal fingers...with many a curious dint That runs along his back... (I.61ff) This is not the poetry of cherry lips and swansdown neck, but a self-conscious toying with...

...neck in touching, and surpassed The white of Pelops' shoulder. I could tell ye How smooth his breast was, and how white his belly, And whose immortal fingers...with many a curious dint That runs along his back. (I. 61-9) Especially powerful in creating a sense of sexual pleasure is the synaesthesia of lines 63-4,...

...neck in touching, and surpassed The white of Pelops' shoulder. I could tell ye How smooth his breast was, and how white his belly, And whose immortal fingers...powerful gods: let it suffice That my slack muse sings of Leander's eyes, Those orient cheeks and lips, exceeding his That leapt into the water for a kiss Of...

...shoulder. I could tell ye How smooth his breast was, and how white his belly, And whose immortal ringers did imprint That heavenly path, with many a curious...powerful gods; let it suffice That my slack muse sings of Leander's eyes, Those orient cheeks and lips, exceeding his That leapt into the water for a kiss Of...

...neck in touching, and surpass'd The white of Pelops' shoulder. I could tell ye How smooth his breast was, and how white his belly, And whose immortal fingers...with many a curious dint That runs along his back . . . If the Elizabethan cult of male beauty sanctioned this catalogue of Leander's physical charms,...

...neck in touching, and surpassed The white of Pelops' shoulder. I could tell ye How smooth his breast was, and how white his belly, And whose immortal fingers...forth the loves of men, Much less of powerful gods; These lines are rapturous rather than studied and the sensual excitement does not accept the measure...

...a teasing description of how beautiful Leander's body is — I could tell ye How smooth his breast was, and how white his belly, And whose immortal fingers...with many a curious dint, That runs along his back . . . and the second sestiad has an extraordinary passage about Neptune making passes at Leander as...