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 II Scene I)
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