“That one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times make mountains level, and the continent,—weary of solid firmness,—melt itself into the sea! and, other times, to see the beachy girdle of the ocean too wide for Neptune’s hips; how chances mock, and changes fill the cup of alteration with divers liquors! Oh, if this were seen, the happiest youth,—viewing his progress through, what perils past, what crosses to ensue,—would shut the book, and sit him down and die.” – William Shakespeare, King Henry IV, Second Part 3.1