Bermuda

"Quo Fata Ferunt."

"Hail to Bermuda, My island in the sun. Sing out in glory To the nation we've become."

"Aruba, Jamaica, ooh, I wanna take you to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama."

"Where the remote Bermudas ride, In th' ocean's bosom unespied."

"What should we do but sing his praise That led us through the wat'ry maze Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own?"

"He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night."

"And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's pearl upon our coast."

"We, the undersigned, visitors to Bermuda, venture respectfully to express the opinion that the admission of automobiles to the island would alter the whole character of the place, in a way which would seem to us very serious indeed. The island now attracts visitors in considerable numbers because of the quiet and dignified simplicity of its life. … It would, in our opinion, be a fatal error to attract to Bermuda the extravagant and sporting set who have made so many other places of pleasure entirely intolerable to persons of taste and cultivation."