Excerpted from John Donne’s Meditation XVII–year, 1624

“Now this bell tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die.”
“No man is an island entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the maine;
if a Clod be washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse,
as well as if a Promontorie were,
as well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine own were.
Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls.
It tolls for thee.”

“Donne is approaching death. Hearing a church bell signifying a funeral, he observes that every death diminishes the large fabric of humanity. We are all in this world together, and we ought to use the suffering of others to learn how to live better so that we are better prepared for our own death, which is merely a translation to another world.” https://www.gradesaver.com/donne-poems/study-guide/summary-meditation-17

If you are so inclined, look up the whole Meditation XVII by John Donne.. It is worth the read and prescient for our present time, indeed, any time in history.