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. Act ii. Sc. 2.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I have not kept my square; but that to come