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The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
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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An overflow of good converts to bad.
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Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.
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Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Let them not live to taste this land's increase That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Now civil wounds are stopped, peace lives again: That she may long live here, God say amen!
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I see a man's life is a tedious one.
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I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
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The head is not more native to the heart.
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Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.
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Time is the king of men.
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Great men may jest with saints 'tis wit in them But, in the less foul profanation.
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So. Lie there, my art.
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The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.
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She's good, being gone.
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Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
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