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
Macduff: What three things does drink especially provoke? Porter: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.
Interpretation
This quote humorously highlights the effects of alcohol on individuals.
In this exchange from Shakespeare's 'Macbeth', the character Porter comically reveals the three main consequences of drinking: it enhances one's complexion (nose-painting), induces sleepiness, and leads to frequent urination. This playful banter serves as both a reflection on the social aspects of drinking and a critique of the excesses associated with alcohol consumption.
In practice
This quote can be used in a toast at a gathering where alcohol is served.
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.
I've always thought that a big laugh is a really loud noise from the soul saying, "Ain't that the truth."
A girl in the convertible is worth five in the phone book.
You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day.
You know why dogs have no money? No pockets. 'Cause they see change on the street all the time and it's driving them crazy. When you're walking them, he is always looking up at you. "There's a quarter...."
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