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- O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act I, sc. 2
Greatest English dramatist & poet (1564 - 1616)
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