Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
It used to be that every schoolboy (and presumably school girl) knew the story of the king who tried to sit on the waves. And if he hadn't, he'd have learned about it later in life by reading 1066 and All That, a book which used to be funny but is now merely incomprehensible.
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