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How much an ill word may empoison liking!
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
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
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Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
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Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
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I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear.
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My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life both grow in one Take honor from me, and my life is done.
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That is my home of love: if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged.
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