"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Sunday, 28 March 2010

Sunday Reflection


  1. As one of the greatest English men of all time wrote:

    Methinks I am a prophet new inspir'd,
    And thus, expiring, do foretell of him:-
    His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
    For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
    Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
    He tires betimes, that spurs too fast betimes;
    With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder:
    Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
    Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
    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,
    This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
    Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth,
    Renowned for their deeds as far from home
    (For Christian service and true chivalry)
    As is the sepulchre, in stubborn Jewry,
    Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son;
    This land of such dear souls, this dear, dear land,
    Dear for her reputation through the world,
    Is now leas'd out, - I die pronouncing it, -
    Like to a tenement, or pelting farm:
    England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
    Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
    Of watr'y Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
    With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds:
    That England, that was wont to conquer others,
    Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
    Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
    How happy then were my ensuing death!

    Thank you for these lovely interludes.

  2. That was very nice but in my opinion it would have been improved by some Bagpipe music!

  3. Thank you, Opsimath, and welcome again to five minutes of my delusions. It isn't that England or the English are present in these videos that make them special, it's the fact that the govt is absent and we can fleetingly pretend that all's well.

    :-) @ DL - Scotland has featured in the past and if you want to come up with a video of Morris Dancing set to bagpipe music I'll gladly post it. One of my uncles was a whizz at the sword dance!


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