No Man is An Island

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 if a manor of the friend's or if thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because i am involved in mankind,
Never send to know for whom the bells tolls;
It tolls for thee.