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.