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And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
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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I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes when they are in great danger I recover them.
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But here's the joy: my friend and I are one, Sweet flattery!
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Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
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