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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When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote conveys the exhilaration and beauty of riding a powerful steed, comparing the experience to soaring like a hawk.
In this quote, Shakespeare uses vivid imagery to express the transcendent joy of riding a horse. The comparison to a hawk emphasizes the freedom and elevation one feels when in tune with such a majestic animal. The reference to the musicality of the horse's movements suggests that even the simplest aspects of the experience are filled with beauty and harmony, elevating both the rider and the surroundings.
Themes
HorseRidingFreedomNatureJoy
In practice
Example use cases
Sharing this quote during a horseback riding retreat to inspire participants.
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