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What is past is prologue.
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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William Shakspere
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Death-counterfeiting sleep.
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But I will be, A bridegroom in my death, and run into't As to a lover's bed.
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Every why hath a wherefore.
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Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
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Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind, Blows dust in others' eye, to spread itself And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear To stop the air would hurt them.
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She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them
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