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Truth is truth to the end of reckoning.
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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The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
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William Shake‐ſpeare
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Past all shame, so past all truth.
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If by chance I talk a little wild, forgive me I had it from my father.
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Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.
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Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
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