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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My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses the speaker's deep and unwavering love, which is perfect and without imperfection.
In this quote, Shakespeare conveys a sentiment of profound love that is depicted as being completely sound and flawless. The use of the terms 'sound,' 'sans crack or flaw' emphasizes the reliability and perfection of his love, suggesting that it is steadfast and true, without any reservations or imperfections that might weaken it.
Themes
LoveFlawlessSoundFaithfulnessEmotion
In practice
Example use cases
Sharing this quote at a wedding ceremony to express unwavering love.
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