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Season your admiration for a while.
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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William Shakspere
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William Shake‐ſpeare
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Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!
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To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.
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Why, then the world ’s mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.
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You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you And here remain with your uncertainty!
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a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.
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Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
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