Looking at the full moon last night, I remembered these lines of poetry: The moon doth with delight/ look round her when the heavens are bare/ Waters on a starry night are beautiful and fair.
Tennyson or Wordsworth? 19th century certainly.
And July 3rd was the 183rd day of the year. There are 182 remaining. We are at the centre, a very advantageous position.
http://www.bartleby.com/101/536.html/ Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Childhood by William Wordsworth