It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness.

O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.

Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.