No man is an island entirely of itself. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. - John Donne

All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by a year, now, than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things, to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, Running, it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.

I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite.

It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;