The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,
Burn’d on the water; the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar’d all description.
Antony and Cleopatra Quote Act ii. Scene 2.
He wears the rose of youth upon him. Antony and Cleopatra Quote Act iii.