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I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.

William Shakespeare

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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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William Shake‐ſpeare
Poverty
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Purse
Purses
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Consumption
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Lingers

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