"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."

Friday, 12 August 2011

Thought For This Morning

I'm been reading the stories of those affected by the rioters and their resolve to overcome.
'The looters took everything and I could do nothing but cry all day. Then I came home and my two daughters hugged me and I knew my life was going to go on. It must go on and I have to start again.'

This keeps springing to mind:

Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

That's it.

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