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I am not mad I would to heaven I were! For then, 'tis like I should forget myself O, if I could, what grief should I forget!

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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 of Avon
William Shakspere
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William Shake‐ſpeare
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