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Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.
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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When you fear a foe, fear crushes your strength and this weakness gives strength to your opponents.
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Have more than you show, Speak less than you know.
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Thou art most rich, being poor Most choice, forsaken and most lov'd, despis'd! Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
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Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot.
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Good fortune then! To make me blest or cursed'st among men.
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Time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
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If you would persuade, you must appeal to interest rather than intellect. We are advertis'd by our loving friends.
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If ever thou be'st bound in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is to be proud of thy bondage.
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She marking them begins a wailing note And sings extemporally a woeful ditty How love makes young men thrall and old men dote How love is wise in folly, foolish-witty Her heavy anthem still concludes in woe, And still the choir of echoes answer so.
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Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries.
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