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Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.
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
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William Shake‐ſpeare
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.
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You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
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