In Memorium
No man is an Iland, intire of it ſelfe; euery man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee vvaſhed away by the Sea,
Evrope is the leſſe, as well as if a Promontorie vvere, as vvell as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine own vvere; any mans death diminiſhes me,
becavſe I am inuolued in Mankinde; And therefore neuer ſend to knovv for vvhom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
Valé Mistress Aveline!
I did not know her,
never met her,
never will now.
And my life is impoverished for this.
To my friends,
in their pain and grief,
I beg you to remember
that any pain and grief she now feels,
she feels for you, in your mourning.
Valé abiuro!
Gone too soon,
She lingers on
in hearts and minds
in souls and spirits
she will live with you who knew her
always.
YOU LIVED WHAT ANYBODY GETS, HEATHER.
YOU GOT A LIFETIME.