Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls;

A Man That Is Not Afraid Of A Lion Is Afraid Of A Cat .

As Virtuous Men Pass Mildly Away, And Whisper To Their Souls To Go, Whilst Some Of Their Sad Friends Do Say, The Breath Goes Now, And Some Say No.

Kind Pity Chokes My Spleen.

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.