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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
Actor
Dramaturge
Playwright
Poet
Stage Actor
Writer
Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
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William Shake‐ſpeare
Life
Poor
Tomorrow
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Sauntering
Upon
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Theme
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Idiot
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Strutting
Success
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Tales
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Hour
Fury
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Death
Full
Shadow
Hiking
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Nothing
Heard
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Sonnet
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Hours
Journey
Pace
Nihilism

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