Nunc Lento Sonitu Dicunt, Morieris

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 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.

— John Donne, Meditation XVII, Devotions upon Emergent Occasions.

Ask Not For Whom the Bell Tolls

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