Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls;

Good Is Not Good, Unless A Thousand It Possess, But Doth Waste With Greediness.

Commemoration Of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He Was The Word That Spake It; He Took The Bread And Brake It; And What That Word Did Make It I Do Believe, And Take It.

Licence My Roving Hands, And Let Them Go Before, Behind, Between, Above, Below.

Though Truth And Falsehood Be Near Twins, Yet Truth A Little Elder Is.

I Call Not That Virginity A Virtue, Which Resideth Onely In The Bodies Integrity; Much Less If It Be With A Purpose Of Perpetually Keeping It: For Then It Is A Most Inhumane Vice. - But I Call That Virginity A Virtue Which Is Willing And Desirous To Yield It Self Upon Honest And Lawfull Terms, When Just Reason Requireth; And Until Then, Is Kept With A Modest Chastity Of Body And Mind.