If I Dream I Have

Whilst My Physicians By Their Love Are Grown Cosmographers, And I Their Map, Who Lie Flat On This Bed.

All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee

From Rest And Sleep, Which But Thy Pictures Be, Much Pleasure, Then From Thee Much More, Must Flow, And Soonest Our Best Men With Thee Do Go, Rest Of Their Bones, And Soul's Delivery.

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