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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That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,_x000D_ _x000D_ For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;_x000D_ _x000D_ The ornament of beauty is suspect,_x000D_ _x000D_ A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
Interpretation
It suggests that being blamed by others does not diminish one's worth or beauty.
In this quote, Shakespeare conveys the idea that external judgments or slander do not diminish a person's intrinsic beauty or value. The metaphor of a crow flying in the heavens suggests that even in the presence of beauty, there may be elements of doubt or suspicion, but this should not affect the individual’s self-worth or essence.
In practice
In a discussion about the nature of beauty and society's judgments, one could quote this to emphasize self-acceptance.
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).
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die?
It is more important that we should remember God than that we should breathe: indeed, if one may say so, we should do nothing else besides.
There have been in this century only one great man and one great thing: Napoleon and liberty. For want of the great man, let us have the great thing.
People with advantages are loath to believe that they just happen to be people with advantages.
Logic is a poor guide compared with custom.
I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.
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