No man is an Iland intire of it selfe;
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 thine owne were;
any mans death diminshes me, because I am involved in Mankinde;
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
John Donne, 1624