Shakespeare Anagram: Antony and Cleopatra
Saturday, June 23rd, 2007I think I’ll make the anagram a regular feature on Saturdays.
From Antony and Cleopatra:
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.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
The brave Enobarbus talks of when that temptress Cleopatra had tea, perched on her boat — a pimped-out ride that suffused the great M. Antonius.
How her skillful work there rushed Antony’s desires like the River Nile itself.
How he was so hooked that he often went to her website at http://www.misscleo.org/.