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Burn all the statutes and their shelves: They stir us up against our kind And worse, against ourselves.

William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth
Age: 80 †
Born: 1770
Born: April 7
Died: 1850
Died: April 23
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Cockermouth
Cumbria
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Statutes
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Shelves
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