JE SUIS PARIS
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 friend’s
Or of thine own were:
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
“The memory of all that, oh no,…….they can’t take that away from me!”
“We will always have Paris” Rick, Casablanca
Born 22 January 1572
Died 31 March 1631
Occupation Poet, priest, lawyer
Alma mater Oxford University
Genre Satire, love poetry, elegy, sermons
Subject Love, sexuality, religion, death
Literary movement Metaphysical poetry