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Who is it that can tell me who I am?
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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Stars, hide your fires Let not light see my black and deep desires.
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I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.
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After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
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I scorn you, scurvy companion.
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Good old grandsire ... we shall be joyful of thy company.
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Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever
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Yield not thy neck To fortunes yoke, but let thy dauntless mind Still ride in triumph over all mischance.
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The rest, is silence.
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I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
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The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.
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It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing.
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That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
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I do not know What kind of my obedience I should tender. More than my all is nothing nor my prayers Are not words holy hallowed, nor my wishes More worth than empty vanities yet prayers and wishes Are all I can return.
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Crack'd in pieces by malignant Death.
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The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.
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I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.
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But no perfection is so absolute, That some impurity doth not pollute.
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