Beth FantaskeyFear is the worst kind of grave, because it buries one alive.
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In this quote, William Shakespeare is speaking about the fear of death, which is a great fear. Fear of death can be a deterrent to living a full life. In this case, fear of the unknown caused Shakespeare to live in a state of uncertain dread. When he finally died, he knew that he had done all that he could in life and lived it to the fullest, making every moment count.
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