Now this bell tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die.
No man is an island, entirely of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.
-John Donne,
Meditation 17
it tolls for thee.
-John Donne,
Meditation 17