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
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy. But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or season's quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell ... Or say with princes if it shall go well.
Interpretation
The speaker reflects on the limits of knowledge and understanding, suggesting that true wisdom comes from experience rather than astrology.
In this quote, Shakespeare explores the idea that while one might seek guidance from the stars and celestial bodies, real judgement and knowledge are grounded in practical experience and observation of the world. The speaker expresses skepticism about using astrology to predict outcomes or assess situations, highlighting the importance of direct experience over reliance on superstition.
In practice
In a discussion about decision-making, one might quote Shakespeare to emphasize the value of real-life experience over speculation.
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.
Scriptures were written, not to satisfy our curiosity and make us astronomers, but to lead us to God, and make us saints.
We do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence. But they hesitate, waiting for the other fellow to make the first move-and he, in turn, waits for you.
Grace is but glory begun, and glory is but grace perfected.
Nothing changes; we humans repeat the same sins over and over, eternally.
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!
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