This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.William Shakespeare, "King Richard II", Act 2 scene 1
Greatest English dramatist & poet (1564 - 1616)
A ship in harbour is safe, but that’s not why ships are built.
Oh my goodness look what else just made it back to my dashboard! One day I’ll own this chandelier!
Oh my goodness it’s my chandelier!
We all carry things inside that no on else can see.
They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea.