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What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.
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
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I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
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Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
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If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.
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