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When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree.

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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
Actor
Dramaturge
Playwright
Poet
Stage Actor
Writer
Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
Shakespere
Shakespear
Shakspeare
Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
Tree
Cannot
Give
Plucked
Must
Wither
Giving
Vital
Needs
Smell
Rose
Growth

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