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
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the value of simple pleasures over material wealth.
In this quote, Shakespeare suggests that something as simple as a quart of ale can bring joy and satisfaction, reflecting the idea that true happiness does not necessarily come from riches or luxury, but from enjoying life's small pleasures. It hints at the notion that the value of moments and experiences can surpass that of extravagant possessions, proposing that even the simplest things can be worthy of celebration and enjoyment.
In practice
Using the quote to start a toast at a casual gathering with friends.
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.
And it's like some tiny nothing that sets off a natural disaster halfway across the world, only this was the opposite of disaster, how by accident she saved me with that thoughtless act of grace, and she never knew, and how that, too, is the part of the history of love.
neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth -- that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread just bursts of rage just more new graves -- that's youth and that's love. neither sleep nor waking neither joy nor laughter just tears in the night -- so the rope, paper, knife.
Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
The joy that isn't shared dies young.
Everything we do is either an act of love or a cry for help.
You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.
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