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He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.
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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Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
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I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
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Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Let them not live to taste this land's increase That would with treason wound this fair land's peace! Now civil wounds are stopped, peace lives again: That she may long live here, God say amen!
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The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
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