No man is an Illand, intire of it self: 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 thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans
death diminishes me, because I am in-
volved in Mankinde; And therefore
never send to know for
whome the bell tolls; It
tolls for thee.
John Donne
(from a sermon by the English poet and clergyman of the 19th century)
