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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Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, _x000D_ Brags of his substance, not of ornament: _x000D_ They are but beggars that can count their worth; _x000D_ But my true love is grown to such excess, _x000D_ I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
Interpretation
What this quote means
True love is beyond material value and cannot be quantified.
In this quote, Shakespeare expresses that genuine love is so profound and plentiful that it cannot be measured by worldly possessions or superficial attributes. While some may boast about their riches or status, the speaker emphasizes that true love is a wealth that transcends such quantifiable worth, suggesting the deep emotional and spiritual richness that love brings.
Themes
LoveWealthTrue LoveEmotional RichnessGenuine
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a wedding speech to highlight the importance of love over material possessions.
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