MEDITATION XVII.
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
by John Donne
Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, Morieris.
Now, this Bell tolling softly for another, saies to me, Thou must
die.
Perchance hee for whom the Bell tolls, may be so ill, as that he
knowes not it tolls for him; And perchance I may thinke my selfe so
much better than I am, as that they they who are about mee, and see
my state, may have been caused it to toll for mee, and I know not that.
The Church is Catholike, universall, so are all her Actions; All that
she does, belongs to all. When she baptized a child, that action concerns
mee; for that child is thereby connected to that Head which is my Head
too, and engraffed into that body, whereof I am a member. And when
she buries a Man, that action concerns me: All mankinde is of one Author,
and is one volume; when one Man dies, one Chapter is not torne out
of the booke, but translated into a better language; and every Chapter
must so be translated; God emploies several translaters; some peeces
are translated by age, some by sicknesse, some by warre, some by justice;
but Gods hand is in every translation; and his hand shall binde up
all our scattered leaves againe, for that Librarie where every booke
shall lie open to one another: As therefore the Bell that rings to
a Sermon, calls not upon the Preacher onely, but upon the Congregation
to come; so this Bell calls us all: but how much more mee, who am brought
so neere the doore by this sicknesse. There was a contention as farre
as a suite, (in which both pietie and dignitie, religion, and estimation,
were mingled) which of the religious Orders should ring to praiers
first in the Morning; and it was determined, that they should ring
first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignitie of this
Bell that tolls for our evening prayer, wee would bee glad to make
it ours, by rising early, in that application, that it might bee ours,
as wel as his, whose indeed it is. the Bell doth toll for him that
thinkes it doth; and though it intermit againe, yet from that minute
that that occasion wrought upon him, hee is united to God. Who casts
not up his Eye to the Sunne when it rises? but who takes off his eye
from a Comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his eare to any bell,
which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell,
which is passing a peece or himselfe out of this world? No man is
an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man is a peece of the Continent,
a part of the maine; if a Clod bee 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 owne were; any mans death diminishes me,
because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know
for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. Neither can we call
this a begging of Miserie or a borrowing of Miserie, as though we were
not miserable enough our selves, but must fetch in more from the next
house, in taking upon us the Miserie of our Neighbours. Truly it were
an excusable covetousnesse if wee did; for affliction is a treasure,
and scarce any man hath enough of it. no man hath affliction enough
that is not matured, and ripened by it, and made fit for God by that
affliction. If a man carry treasure in bullion, or in a wedge of gold,
and have none coined into currant Monies, his treasure will not defray
him as he travells. Tribulation is Treasure in the nature of it, but
it is not currant money in the use of it, excpet wee get nearer and
nearer our home, Heaven, by it. Another man may be sicke too, and sick
to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a Mine,
and be of no use to him; but this bell, that tells me of his affliction,
digs out, and applies that gold to mee; if by this consideration of
anothers danger, I take mine owne into contemplation, and so secure
myselfe, by making my recourse to my God, who is our onely securitie.
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