Mar. 24th, 2020
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Mar. 24th, 2020 07:24 amFor Whom the Bell Tolls
by
John Donne
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each 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 thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
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Mar. 24th, 2020 01:44 pmYou can fool all the people some of the time, and some of the people all the time, but you cannot fool all the people all the time.