Ten thousand isles

These are the clouds about the fallen sun, The majesty that shuts his burning eye.

— W. B. Yeats

They (the Calusa) said to me that their forbears had lived under this lawfrom the beginning of time and that they also wanted to live under it, that I should leave them, that they did not want to listen to me.

— Father Juan Rogel, missionary to Florida, 1567