Sonnet IV
Anthony sat listless on Egypt's throne
And heard messages his heralds brought
Of praises for the glorious deeds he'd done
But Cleopatra haunted all his thoughts.
"The hills of Rome don't rise up as her breasts
The Tiber's bend is nothing to her hips
Her eyes outshine our sun at its brightest
The Roman poppies cannot match her lips.
What need have I of men to sing my fame?
I've glory more in Cleopatra's charm,
And I would rather hear her sing my name
When she is draped in nothing but my arms
Go soldiers, servants go back to your home,
I love dear Cleopatra more than Rome.