No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Co
ntinent, a part of the maine, if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Eu
rope is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a M
anner of they friends, or of thine owne were; Any Mans death diminishe
s me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to k
now for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.