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“Sir, I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man’s happiness, glad of other men’s good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck.”

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Book:As You Like it
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As You Like it

As You Like It is a renowned play by William Shakespeare, renowned for its witty dialogue and exploration of various themes including love, disguise, and the complexities of social hierarchy. The story unfolds in the Forest of Arden, where characters escape from the constraints of their lives to seek freedom and happiness. The play is celebrated for its poetic language and its portrayal of the human condition. more

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William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare (1564 - April 23, 1616) was one of the greatest poets of the English Renaissance, renowned for his dramatic works. His plays spanned a variety of genres, including tragedy, comedy, and history, and have had a profound impact on literature worldwide. more

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