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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That strain again! It had a dying fall: _x000D_ _x000D_ O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound _x000D_ _x000D_ That breathes upon a bank of violets, _x000D_ _x000D_ Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: _x000D_ _x000D_ 'Tis not so sweet as it was before.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the fleeting nature of beauty and the bittersweet experience of loss.
In this quote, Shakespeare uses the metaphor of a fading sound to express the transient quality of beauty and joy. The comparison to a sweet sound that was once vibrant but has now diminished highlights how experiences can lose their luster over time, evoking a sense of nostalgia and the inevitability of change in our perceptions and emotions.
Themes
BeautyChangeNostalgiaExperienceLoss
In practice
Example use cases
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