Thursday 20 June 2013

The Words



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 any manner 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

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