Via Horace "When I read this yesterday I remembered long discussions, Makers Mark glasses in hand, with my friend Lewis Burwell, descendant of the Carter's Grove Plantation Burwells. Lewis was a treasure trove of the history of the War of Northern Aggression and he taught me a lot. But his basic thrust always was that leaving British rule was stupid and would be seen as that in the long run. I'm glad he's not here to see the chaos."
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.
Seems a good way to start since we mark three things today, a triptych, if you will. In 1564 William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-on-Avon, and 52 years later on this date he died there, as well. In between he became the greatest author to ever write in the English tongue, and simply perhaps the best, ever.
A man whose works we have read, and honored in all our generations, and whose phrases like the one above, continue to grace our everyday tongue. There’s little more for me to say, except that it would be a good day to reread some of your favorites.
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