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
Die for adultery! No: The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight
Interpretation
This quote criticizes the triviality of infidelity and points out the ubiquitous nature of desire.
In this quote, Shakespeare reflects on the idea that infidelity and sexual desire are natural occurrences, drawing an image of even the smallest creatures, like a wren or a fly, engaging in such acts. By stating 'Die for adultery!', he seems to mock the seriousness with which society treats infidelity, highlighting that it is a common human experience that transcends moral judgments.
In practice
During a discussion about the nature of fidelity in relationships.
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.
It is my wish that my ashes may repose on the banks of the Seine, in the midst of the French people, whom I have loved so well.
I stare at her chest. As she breathes, the rounded peaks move up and down like the swell of waves, somehow reminding me of rain falling softly on a broad stretch of sea. I'm the lonely voyager standing on deck, and she's the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.
Selfish persons are incapable of loving others, but they are not capable of loving themselves either.
What does it mean when a man falls in love with a radiant face across the room? It may mean that he has some soul work to do. His soul is the issue. Instead of pursuing the woman and trying to get her alone, away from her husband, he needs to go alone himself, perhaps to a mountain cabin, for three months, write poetry, canoe down a river, and dream. That would save some women a lot of trouble.
To be in love involves the most irresistible conviction that one will go on being in love until one dies, and that possession of the beloved will confer, not merely frequent ecstasies, but settled, fruitful, deep-rooted, lifelong happiness.
As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away.
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