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And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
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
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Bard of Avon
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William Shake‐ſpeare
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The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.
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I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
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An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye Give him a little earth for charity!
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So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.
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Making night hideous.
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The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
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Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
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Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.
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What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?
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We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good so find we profit By losing of our prayers.
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Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
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I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
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Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, have yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltiness of time.
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How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony
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Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough.
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