As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareRead
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
Interpretation
This quote expresses the depth and complexity of love, likening it to a vast and unexplored body of water.
In this quote, Shakespeare uses the metaphor of the 'Bay of Portugal' to illustrate the profound and potentially boundless nature of his affection. Just as the 'unknown bottom' suggests depth that is not easily understood or measured, so too does love often possess depths that are mysterious and uncharted, reflecting both the beauty and the complexity of emotional connections.
In practice
This quote can be used in a romantic speech to express the profound nature of one's feelings.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
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