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Such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.
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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William Shakspere
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William Shake‐ſpeare
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The apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.
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Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
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To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.
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My long sickness Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.
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With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' moon, Shouting their emulation.
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Are there no stones in heaven But what serves for thunder?
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The big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose, In piteous chase.
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I shall despair. There is no creature loves me And if I die no soul will pity me: And wherefore should they, since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself?
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