No man is an island,
 Entire 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 a 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;
 I tolls for thee.