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
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts_x000D_ _x000D_ Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the changing nature of seasons and the beauty that comes with transformation.
In this quote, Shakespeare contemplates the inevitable changes that come with time, using the imagery of seasons to illustrate how frost and fresh blooms coexist. The contrast between the harshness of winter and the delicate beauty of a rose signifies both the challenges and the joys that life presents, suggesting that beauty can emerge even amidst adversity.
In practice
Use this quote when discussing the beauty of nature in a poetry class.
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.
A large animal needs a large area. If you protect that area, you're also protecting thousands of other plants and animals. You're saving all these species that future generations will want - you're saving the world for your children and your children's children. . . . The destruction of species is final. If you lose a species, you lose the genes, you lose all the potential drugs and potential foods that could be useful to the next generations. The ecosystems will not function as they have.
Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Nature is wont to hide herself.
Everything we personally own thatβs made, sold, shipped, stored, cleaned, and ultimately thrown away does some environmental harm every step of the way, harm that weβre either directly responsible for or is done on our behalf.
I want us to know our world. If I lived in North Georgia on up through the Appalachians, I would be just as crazy about the mountain laurel as I am about [Texas] bluebonnets.
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