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So may he rest, his faults lie gently on him!
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
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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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If I lose my honor, I lose myself: better I were not yours Than yours so branchless.
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A substitute shines brightly as a king Until a king be by, and then his state Empties itself, as dot an inland brook Into the main of waters.
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Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first: anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you: be to yourself As you would to your friend.
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When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.
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what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
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Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.
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Alack, the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely ruffle for many miles about There's scarce a bush.
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A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting The perfume and suppliance of a minute No more.
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He that keeps not crust nor crum Weary of all, shall want some.
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What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights, Eightscore-eight hours, and lovers' absent hours More tedious than the dial eightscore times! O weary reckoning!
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This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.
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'Tis thought the king is dead we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
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Poor wretches that depend On greatness' favor, dream as I have done Wake, and find nothing.
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Yon grey lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day.
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O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear, and my true lip Hath virgined it e'er since.
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O gentle son, Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.
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I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
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