This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd 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
Richard II Act 2 Scene 1
Happy St. George's Day from Ephemeral Isle.
1 comment:
The same to you sir. 'Tis a shame Britain's progeny have gone so far, far astray.
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