Sunday, March 31, 2013

Shakespeare, 31st March

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still.
                                   Sonnet XIV

                             Let us go. Come;
Our separation so abides, and flies,
That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me,
And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.
              Antony and Cleopatra, Act i., Sc. 3.

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