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How well he's read, to reason against reading!
William Shakespeare
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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
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Dramaturge
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Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
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Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
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Read
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Well
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Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.
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Tis but a base, ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.
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As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach, and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.
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A maiden hath no tongue--but thought.
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