What I liked about Greece was [...] the impressive force of the language itself, unconfined by dictionaries, spoken in the streets, in cafés and in the country.
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth! O unconfined Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key To golden palaces.john keats
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined. No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet to chase the glowing hours with flying feet.lord byron