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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The prize of all too precious you.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote suggests that the most valuable things in life are often found in our love and relationships.
In this quote, Shakespeare emphasizes the immense value of love and the individuals we cherish. It serves as a reminder that the rewards of love — be it joy, connection, or fulfillment — are among the most significant and precious experiences we can attain in life. Valuing these relationships and holding them dear allows us to appreciate the true treasures of our existence.
Themes
LoveValueRelationshipsTreasurePrize
In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding toast, one might say, 'Remember, the prize of all too precious is the love you share.'
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