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In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.

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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
Actor
Dramaturge
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Stratford-upon-Avon
Warwickshire
Shakespeare
The Bard
The Bard of Avon
William Shakspere
Swan of Avon
Bard of Avon
Shakespere
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Shakspeare
Shackspeare
William Shake‐ſpeare
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Grief
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Comfort
Sweet
Dies
Orpheus
Fall
Asleep
Art
Hearing
Care
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