No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is
a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a
CLod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse,
as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor
of the friends or of thine owne were; any mans
death diminishes me, because I am in-
volved in Mankinde; And therefore
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