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 friends 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
It tolls for thee.