William Shakespeare
March 28, 2025 at 5:10:29 PM
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Antony and Cleopatra, Act II, Scene 2
"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."
Replied on: March 31, 2025 at 1:39:01 AM
haha poop