John Donne (24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)
No Man Is An Island
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
'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....'