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What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
William Shakespeare
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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
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Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
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The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
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William Shake‐ſpeare
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Juliet
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Ingratitude is monstrous and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude of which we being members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.
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Jesters do oft prove prophets.
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How is it that the clouds still hang on you?
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The attempt and not the deed confounds us.
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Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.
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Death-counterfeiting sleep.
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To whom God will, there be the victory.
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Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee!
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Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: ‘tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil
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Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun, and with him rise weeping.
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What's past and what's to come is strew'd with husks And formless ruin of oblivion.
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And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.
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They that stand high have many blasts to shake them.
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Tis not the many oaths that make the truth But the plain single vow, that is vow'd true.
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My heart is turned to stone I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
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A book? O, rare one, Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment Nobler than that it covers.
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Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!
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Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.
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Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away
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Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied.
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