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O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking breast.
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
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My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
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Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.
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Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently.
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