For the Roses

No man is an island, entire of it self;

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.

–John Donne

Devotions upon Emergent Occasions

Meditation XVII