Nunc, lento, sonitu dicunt, morieris.
The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth. 
Morieris.
Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? 
but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? 
Who bends not his ear to any bell, which upon any occasion rings? 
Morieris. 
But who can remove it from that bell which is passing 
a piece of himself out of the world? 
Nunc, lento, sonitu dicunt, morieris. 
No man is an island, entire of itself; 
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 thy friends or of thine own were. 
Morieris. 
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. 
Morieris. 
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; 
it tolls for thee. 
Nunc, lento, sonitu dicunt, morieris.