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All right, do you mean from his Sonnets? His plays? The letters he wrote to his mum? And doll, if you like Shakespeare (and golly, who doesn't?) you may want to learn how to spell his name. The man, be he real or conspired, deserves that much.
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A SPIDER sewed at night
Without a light
Upon an arc of white.
If ruff it was of dame
Or shroud of gnome,
Himself, himself inform.
Of immortality
His strategy
Was physiognomy.
--Emily Dickinson
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