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Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.
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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