for whom the bell tolls
. . heartbreaking
1256, Wednesday,
16 12. 20
John Donne
No man is an Iland,
intire of itselfe; 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
Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were;
any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore
never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
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