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I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?

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
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
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William Shake‐ſpeare
Battle
Blood
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Anything
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Charitably
Dispose
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