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“O all you host of heaven!O Earth! waht else? And shall i couple hell? O Fie! Hold, hold, my heart And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memmory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmixed with baser matter; yes, by heaven!”

Quote by William Shakespeare

Book:Hamlet
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Hamlet

Hamlet, a prince of Denmark, returns home after his father's death to find his uncle on the throne and his mother married to him. The play explores themes of madness, betrayal, and moral ambiguity as Hamlet seeks to avenge his father's murder. Its rich language and intricate plot have made it a cornerstone of Western literature. 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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