"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, 8 August 2010

Sunday Reflection

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  1. 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

    Richard II, Act 2

    I don't think there is any more to say, apart from 'Thank you', CE.

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  2. What opsimath said, GV.

    This feature of yours brings untold pleasure to my Sundays as it must to many others.

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  3. England! awake! awake! awake!
    Jerusalem thy Sister calls!
    Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death
    And close her from thy ancient walls?

    Thy hills and valleys felt her feet
    Gently upon their bosoms move:
    Thy gates beheld sweet Zion's ways:
    Then was a time of joy and love.

    And now the time returns again:
    Our souls exult, and London's towers
    Receive the Lamb of God to dwell
    In England's green and pleasant bowers.

    William Blake.

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  4. It's always nice when Shakespeare and Blake come together. This blessed plot, indeed.

    I only find the videos - all credit for this one goes to the chap who made mud, flies and frogspawn look beautiful.

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