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The Virginia Renaissance faire at the Lake Anna Winery in Spotsylvania, VA -
history, fun, education, and entertainment!
A blog with a few nice pics from Pirate Weekend!
Anonymous
More of a 'share' than ask but found some more rather good VARF pics, owner ok'd sharing them with everyone: http://www.flickr.com/photos/24534038@N03/ Enjoy!
-V aka Mistress Cunningham
That’s great! Thanks for the link! :D
We made the top 10 list, despite not even being in DC!
Need to brush up your piratical knowledge? This is a great site with biographies of fascinating pirates you’ve probably never even heard of!
Arrrrrrrre ye ready for pirate weekend?
Here are some quotes to get you in the mood!
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“Merchant and pirate were for a long period one and the same person. Even today mercantile morality is really nothing but a refinement of piratical morality.”
—Friederich Nietzsche
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“Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.”
—Mark Twain
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“It is when pirates count their booty that they become mere thieves.”
—William Bolitho
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“Where there is a sea, there are pirates.”
—Greek proverb
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“Pirates can happen to anyone.”
—Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
Different blog, same person, different photos!
An LJ user posts some pics from Memorial Day weekend
A nice mention from dcmilitary.com
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
King Henry, in William Shakespeare’s
Henry V
