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
I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the importance of learning and reflecting on valuable lessons to protect one's heart.
In this quote, Shakespeare expresses how the valuable lessons learned will serve as a guardian or 'watchman' over his emotions and decisions. It highlights the idea that wisdom gained from experiences should be actively maintained in order to navigate life thoughtfully and with integrity.
In practice
During a motivational speech about personal growth, one could use this quote to highlight the importance of reflection.
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.
The man who can dominate a London dinner-table can dominate the world.
A more secret, sweet, and overpowering beauty appears to man when his heart and mind open to the sentiment of virtue.
The height of foolishness is to discard an opportunity without full investigation
Most people, if they were generous, were so because they thought life was short and that one must make the most of it. Sid Baxter was generous because he knew that life was long. It went on and on even when you had no use for it anymore. It was happiness, not life, that was short, and when it visited - in the form of a fine evening spent talking with a friend - he honoured it.
The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.
I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.
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