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But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
Actor
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Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
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Shakspeare
Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
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Abundance
Substantial
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Fuel
Foe
Making
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Famine
Light
Thou
Thyself
Self
Lies
Flame
Sweet
Cruel
Feed
Contracted
Eyes

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