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Created | Updated Jun 15, 2005
Remembering Tragedy. Hoping for Peace
Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morieris
Now this bell tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die.
| 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 promontory were, |
| as well as if a manor of thy friend's 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 |
