chunk: To hide those parts which men delight to see,
  Shall bathe him in a spring; and there, hard by,
  One like Actaeon, peeping through the grove,
  Shall by the angry goddess be transformed,
  And running in the likeness of a hart
  By yelping hounds pulled down and seem to die.
  Such things as these best please his majesty. (I.i.53–70)