"I am not a day of season,
For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hail
In me at once: but to the brightest beams
Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth;
The time is fair again."
- #ShakespeareSunday, All's Well That Ends Well
The clouds attempting to obscure the mountains of Stokksnes were trying to spoil our view.
They failed; the sculpted flanks held the capped cloud above like an adornment, and the vista was improved.
#SilentSunday #StillerSonntag #Iceland2025 #Photography #Iceland
The rest to some faint meaning make pretense,
But Shadwell never deviates into sense.
Some beams of wit on other souls may fall,
Strike through and make a lucid interval;
But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray,
His rising fogs prevail upon the day.
John Dryden 1631 – 1700, English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who in 1668 was appointed England's first Poet Laureate.
@mo Dryden had several other things to say that are worth remembering.
Some truth there was,
but dashed and brew'd with lies,
to please the fools,
and puzzle all the wise.
Dryden
Of All the Tyrannies on Human Kind
The Worst Is That
Which Persecutes the Human Mind.
Look Around the Habitable World: How Few
Know Their Own Good, Or Knowing It, Pursue.
Dryden
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