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Keep time! How sour sweet music is when time is broke and no proportion kept! So is it in the music of men's lives. I wasted time and now doth time waste me.
William Shakespeare
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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
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Learning is but an adjunct to ourself, And where we are our learning likewise is.
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The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.
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For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
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Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
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