from Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra…

The Sanguine Woods

548E0003-FEEA-46FC-BAC6-FD561E682D89Art by Henry Cline.


The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne,
Burnt 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: she did lie
In her pavilion—cloth of gold, of tissue—
O’er-picturing that Venus where we see
The fancy outwork nature.

– Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

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