~Donne~

  

~looking out from a piece of the continent at low tide~

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Katherine today sent us a poem for the lab's weekly meeting - it arrived via email this morning.  It's a piece written by John Donne, from his Meditations. 

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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 seem to know
for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

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