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Good fortune then! To make me blest or cursed'st among men.
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 of Avon
William Shakspere
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William Shake‐ſpeare
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Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
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It is my soul that calls upon my name How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears! -Romeo
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After your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
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