“Call us not weeds, we are flowers of the Sea,For lovely and bright and gay tinted are we,And quite independent of sun's fire or showers-Then call us not weeds! We are ocean's bright flowers,Not nursed like the plants of a summer parterre,Where gales are but sighs of an evening air,Our exquisite, fragile and delicate formsAre nursed by the Ocean and rocked by the Storms.”Petar Beron Historia naturalis bulgarica 4: 10 - 15.